December 2011
POETRYEATER: Robert Frost, "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" →
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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 the woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse near
Between the frozen woods and lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his…
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