#Napodpomo 5/30. READING POETRY - “ Stopping by Woods on a snowy evening” by Robert Frost

You hear Robert Frost reading his poem “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 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 sweepOf 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.Paul O’Mahony  Recorded on the 5th of November 2025