To celebrate this festive time each day through Christmas, Stock Guru will publish a poem that we hope will enrich your lives.
Robert Frost (1874–1963) was among the great poets of this century—or any century. Only T. S. Eliot and Wallace Stevens, in his own lifetime, could be thought of as challenging voices.
The first poem is dedicated to Stock Guru’s newest father, and to all new parents who become “Acquainted with the Night” answering a child’s cry.
The second poem is the classic, “Stopping by Woods on Snowy Evening,” a familiar poem which never grows stale.
Acquainted with the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street.But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky.Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night._____________
Stopping by Woods on Snowy Evening
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.
To hear Robert Frost reading his own poetry link here: Robert Frost Audio.