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November: A Poem

The sound of wind and rain The distant crashing of the sea It’s a cold wind, a cold rain, and a cold sea...

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‘Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening’

This poem is among my favorites. Robert Frost has an amazing skill of being able to draw his reader into his work as if you were really there and experiencing what is written on the paper. It is as if the words themselves morph into a story. His word choice is simple and not overdone, and the story line has a homely streak to it. When you read this, you get a strong sense of calm, just like there is in the woods at twilight, filling up with the winter’s snow. There is a hushed sense of excitement, which somehow Frost was able to put on paper.