Poem #1(1922)Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy EveningBy: Robert FrostThis poem was written in the 1920’s. This wasDecade of simplicity and extravagances. The eco-nomy was doing amazing and Americans wereable to by new appliances to make things mor-e easy in everyday life. This is a poemabouta simple joy of seeing a beautiful white snowyForest.Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shake
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English,Carl Sandburg,Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,Snowy Evening