Jefferson Market: The Darkest Evening
. . . 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.
• • excerpt: "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
• • Robert Frost [March 26, 1874 - January 29, 1963]
• • poem published in 1923
• • Photo: female inmates, all of them drug addicts, try to stay warm in the Women's House of Detention, formerly located on Sixth Avenue & Greenwich, December 1954
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