when was stopping by woods on a snowy evening

Robert Frost wrote that poem back in 1923. It was actually part of his collection titled New Hampshire, which is honestly one of my favorite things to pick up when I need a bit of a breather after a long shift at work. There's just something about those lines that sticks with you, especially when winter starts hitting hard.

I remember reading it for the first time way back when, and it’s kinda cool how it still feels so relevant today. It's one of those classics that somehow never gets old no matter how many times you read it. If you're looking into his work, that whole collection is definitely worth a look if you haven't checked it out yet.