Terrific Tuesday! Robert Frost

'The Road Not Taken' & 'Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening' are my top two favorite Frost poems.

I had a very neat professor, Dr. Carlson, who taught me to truly appreciate poetry. 

 He moved vivaciously around the classroom as he recited memorized poems, and showed us how to feel the meter. Through his teachings I have ingrained poetry to my heart. He would often quote the last three lines of 'The Road Not Taken' 

{ Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less traveled by,

and that has made all the difference. }

The first poem, with the help of Dr. Carlson, I admitted to memory is 'Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy evening.' 

The two poems are here for you to read, re-read, & memorize.

What are your favorite Frost poems? 

The Road Not Taken       

roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference. 

Robert Frost

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.