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Robert Frost’s Forsaken Solstice Poem
2 min readDec 21, 2021
Today’s poem: ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening;’ not ‘The Road Not Taken’
Which Frost poem is about today, Dec. 21?
by Donald J. Claxton
Oh, how many this day will cite, “The Road Not Taken?”
Leaving these words covered with frost, forsaken.
On this, the shortest day of the year:
Come, my friend. And be of good cheer!
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.
