Poem Body
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (rhyme patterns shop)
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.
.......ROBERT FROST
Rhyme pattern is :AABA BBCB CCDC DDDD
Comments
Yes
Frost is likely the best poet the U.S. has ever produced
There is a reason
There is a reason this is taught in every English class! An oldie but a goodie. I agree with Teddy. There is the echo in your work.
Hi Arrow
I can only dream that any of my stuff will equal even his less famous poetry. Kinda funny that a yankee and dyed in the wool rebel write in such similar manners although separated by thousands of miles and generation of time........Perhaps it has to do with our roots in the country?
I don't know that we can
I don't know that we can avoid sounding a little bit like those we love, for good or ill.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Hi, Stan,
I agree! Your work is very much like Robert Frost! So detailed and heartfelt! This rhyme pattern goes so well with his imagery. I find it interesting that he used the final line twice - a defined calm and restful closing.
Thank you,
L
One thing
About becoming familiar with rhyme patterns Is knowing when to break a pattern for effect. The last stanza of this poem is an excellent example of this being done.
Yes
Jayne and some others including your nemesis have slapped me for not knowing how to take a compliment. Good of you to give me a refresher slap lol