Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening is one of my favorite poems. There is a sense of loneliness captured in those four stanzas that capture a lifetime of living. Most of the poetry I’ve written doesn’t necessarily rhyme or follow a pattern. But I’m so impressed with Frost’s ability to express so much within those confines, I had to try it.
Honestly, I don’t like what I’ve produced. But I wanted to throw it out there and get some constructive criticism from those who are smarter than I am. So please send me you criticism. Positive, negative, indifferent. I’d appreciate anything.
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