'Loving things for what they are'

 "We love the things we love for what they are." - Robert Frost 

 

One of the most famous “winter” poems was actually written by Frost on a mild morning in June.  Frost wrote the poem after working all night on his long poem New Hampshire, the foundation for his 1923 book by the same name.  The book would win the 1924 Pulitzer Prize. 

 

After a long night at his desk, Frost went outdoors to view the sunrise and instead, clearly saw (in his mind) the scene that became his famous winter poem.  He said he hurried back inside and wrote the poem down in just minutes.   For Saturday’s Poem here is Frost’s,   

  

   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.