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        I chose this poem because it captures how I feel sometimes when I’m alone in the woods. The repetition and rhyming really lend themselves to a sensual connection to nature that one only finds in solitude. In addition to this, I also was drawn to the last two lines; they sum up the poem is an extraordinarily eloquent way. “And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep,” keeps resonating in your head even after you stop reading, which is what I enjoyed most about this piece.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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.