Poem:
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
By 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.
(sounds calming) 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. (sounds quiet)
imagery: the woods are lovely, dark, and deep.
deep: This life has great depth and one can easily be lost here.
calming tone and quiet: I'll put the parts that I think up top.
Anthropomorphism: my little horse must think it queer
