Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem.
Robert Frost’s poetry, while not always exactly lighthearted and cheery, gives me a cozy feel. Maybe it is because his words are so familiar to me, as they might be for you, or maybe it’s because the experiences he writes about are pretty universal and relevant to the modern reader.
This one, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” is almost like a Christmas carol in its effect on me, but don’t get me wrong, I don’t think it veers into sentimentality.
Plus, it is a pretty good poem to start the year.
As he and his horse travel a familiar path through someone’s woods, he takes a moment to watch the woods fill with snow. Who knows how many times he has traveled this same route and has never really seen things the same way he does on this trip.
Has that ever happened to you? It does for me all the time, especially when I am out for a jog. I have jogged down roads that I have driven on for decades and can still find things I haven’t noticed before. Most recently, I noticed that a house just a few blocks down the street from my parents’ house is built sideways. The front door is not facing the road, it’s like it got up and turned on its side, very strange.
I never noticed that till I slowed down and looked around a bit more. It makes me wonder what else is out there that I haven’t noticed before. Stuff hiding in plain sight.
Maybe it’s the snow falling that makes our speaker hit the pause button for a moment. Snow does that for me, too. Especially when those giant snowflakes fall so slowly that they seem to reject all rules of gravity.
1/365 & 1/52 – Snow, (Photo credit: netzanette)
We know it is not a common occurrence for this rider to stop in the middle of his journey from the behavior of this horse. The horse shakes his harness bells—he wonders what’s up, this is not where we are supposed to stop. This is not part of the normal routine.
After a moment, the rider reflects that, “The woods are lovely, dark, and deep” but concedes that he has promises to keep. He’s got things to do, places to go. No, he can’t shirk all his responsibilities and hang out in the woods all day, even though he may want to. There are things to do before he can really rest.
However, he can take a few minutes to press pause from time to time. He can slow down, admire, and appreciate what is around him, and make his world a little newer.
Here’s to a year full of many pauses of new appreciation for you.
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