Welcome back to The Daily Poem here in the Close Reeds Podcast Network. I'm David Kern.

Today's poem is one of the most famous poems ever written. It is Robert Frost stopping by the woods on a snowy evening.

According to The Guardian, the UK newspaper back in 2013, they reported that the BBC's Poetry Please program listed Stopping by Woods on a snowy evening as the most requested poem that they get.

And right now, large swaths of our country are seeing the first, well maybe not the first, but seeing

snowfall in their yards. What happened here in North Carolina for a little bit, but it is cold.

So I thought, you know, this is at least one of those poems, probably share on the podcast at least

once a year. Despite its popularity, it's worth bringing up on the

podcast. I mean, you'll probably read it in other places here in other places. Nonetheless, I wanted to

share it with you. Robert Frost, as you know, is one of the most important American poets, one of the

most famous American poets, was the only poet to receive four Pulitzer Prizes. He received a

congressional gold medal, who was the poet laureate of Vermont, lived from 1874 to 1963.

This is how this poem goes.

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 sounds,

the sweep of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep.

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