Robert Frost was an American poet born in San Francisco, California on March 26, 1874. After his father’s death in 1885, when young Frost was 11, the family left California and settled in Massachusetts. Frost was a teacher and newspaper reporter before he devoted himself entirely to writing in 1912. He was one of America’s leading 20th-century poets and a four-time winner of the Pulitzer Prize. His verse forms were usually traditional, and most often associated with rural New England, his most famous probably being Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. He died in Boston, Massachusetts on January 29, 1963.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.
For further study, be sure to visit The Frost Place where the Frost family lived and spent many of their summers.
And if you’d like a go-along snack with your tea, why not make some Snow Cookies!