“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.”
“Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
The focal point of the painting is, of course, the truck with its thrown wheel. Where is the driver? The nearby house suggests he hasn’t had to trudge far to find help. Listen to him now:
“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.”
Destined to become a classic, “As Time Goes By”
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