i'm supposed to learn that this poem was written by Robert Frost in the early 1920s. it's written in iambic tetrameter (four feet of four stressed syllables). it's a poem about nature, beauty and obligation. below are the words penned by poet 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.
my parents call it my '2 short of 2' birthday, because in 2 months i'll be 2! my parents knew that my mommy was going to be away for my '2 short of 2' birthday so they had my gift mailed to me. i got to open it today. it's significance? it's literary. it's one of my mommy's fave poets. it's a book. it's got layers that i am to analyze as i grow up along with elements of poetry that i'm supposed to learn. (aren't i too young to care about this?) probably most important, is that my mommy's away and it will remind my daddy and i A LOT about her. (these two still talk mushy on the phone when they are apart...haven't they been married for a while now?)
thanks for my gift dad! thanks mom! i'm supposed to NOT get any of my dinner on it? (sure mom. sure dad.)
