Well here it is – poem number one in the most requested poems to be read on the BBC’s Poetry Please: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost. Obviously Frost was heading for The Glass Key bookshop in Montmorillon when he wrote perhaps the most famous repetition in the English language. He would have found, and you still can find, a great selection of poetry books on its shelves or to be viewed at www.theglasskey.co.uk.
Whose woods are these 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.
And I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.