Poetry for trying times

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 wish 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 sounds the sweep
Of easy winds 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.


This poem marks a moment of reflection at the things around one, separate and apart from out personal problems. A deeper look at the world around us. The horse shakes his bells as if to say, "why have you stopped, what are you looking at." The protagonist is looking at nothing, merely reflecting on the world he is living in and his personal challenges of the moment. Is this not all of us at this moment?