The most active month by far in the short history of my blog was April 2015. I started off sharing the first poem I ever memorized and soon the posts just flooded beyond my expectation. It was among the most thrilling time periods in the entire year. It was such a delight to meet poetry again after years and years apart.

This year my goal is to write a lot more during National Poetry Month, but I’d like to start off much the same way, by sharing work that’s existed long before:


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.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.

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