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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.

I am not exactly a poem expert, but this i probably my favorite for now. Well, my favorite of poems I did not write. I like the state of mind it puts me in. However, the last 4 lines are a bit sad. I like the way it flows in my head. I see it as kind of a gold standard of how to write poetry. The last 4 lines have a very deep meaning for me. The woods seem to symbolize the things around an 'on the go' person that would seem to give them rest. However, they cannot indulge in them because of past commitments.

Kara Lucielle Pythiana
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She Walks in Beauty

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

This was always one of those poems that truly sang to me on a deep and rather highly profound level that spoke to my own appreciation of the kind of beauty that truly inspires.

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