The first poem I ever committed to memory was Robert Frost’s, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. I first encountered it as a sophomore in high school almost 50 years ago, Continue reading Robert Frost: Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
The first poem I ever committed to memory was Robert Frost’s, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. I first encountered it as a sophomore in high school almost 50 years ago, Continue reading Robert Frost: Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening