Poetry+Public Transportation, Muni Style

Muni poetry. Nice to see a little Robert Frost adorning this stop.

tweetsweet posted this excerpt from a Robert Frost gem to our Muni Photos Flickr pool.

Here’s the poem, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” in its entirety:

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.

The Muni-hook post-script: I’ll be awake for a long-ass time, too.

Thanks, tweetsweet!


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