I came to this poem, rather unconventionally, via an episode of Elementary; a surprisingly wonderful show, mainly because of the omghessogoergous, Jonny Lee Miller. Watson gives Sherlock a framed copy of the last verse to commemorate his first year sober. The fine details of the episode escape me, it was not one of the better ones, however, the verse made me cry. I forgot about drugs, and my mind skipped to suicide; I am not sure why, I do not know anyone who has committed suicide. Yet, inside this dark poem, this poem which initially lays there adventureless, I saw hope, wisdom – perhaps determination, “and miles to go before I sleep.”
Stopping by Woods on a 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.