There are few poems or stories that I can remember reading for the first time, and Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” is one of them. I remember finding a picture book in the library of the poem. Each page had just a line or two with dark but vivid pictures illustrating the words. I’ve loved the poem ever since, and I enjoy Frost’s other poems as well. There is something familiar, and yet new at the same time about the images in his poetry. Frost’s poetry is accessible to reluctant readers and even more so to those who love poetry.
