STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOW EVENING

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ITS A SHORT POEM IN WHICH THE GIRL IS IN FANTASY LAND I WROTE THIS POEM TO EXPRESS MY FEEL OF LOVE AND IMAGINARY

Submitted: December 11, 2013

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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 BEFOR I SLEEP.

....................SUHANA RUKSAR .........................


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