[Intolerant in NJ]

Few years back I was having a conversation with the dental hygienist during a pause in her doing her thing with my teeth - she said that when she was younger she had never liked poetry in school, but that recently she had run across this poem about "stopping by woods on a snowy evening" which she hadn't appreciated before, but that now she understood what it was about and wished she had paid more attention in school - too soon old, too late wise.....

By now I prefer -

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows.
What are those blue remembered hills?
What spires, what farms are those?
That is the land of lost content -
I see it shining plain.
The happy highways where I went
And cannot come again.
AE Housman A Shopshire Lad.....

[not2be4gotten.com]

I don’t think you can truly understand “stopping by woods on a snowy evening” until after you have turned 40. lol