Public Domain Poetry

[sdelmonte]

Let's welcome the new year with this classic poem no longer under copyright.

 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.

Comments

[gorgeousgary]

I am already tempted to schedule a theme filk for Balticon focused on parodies of works that have just come out of copyright. (See thnidu's DW.)

[sdelmonte]

Believe me, at the museum this is a big deal and our editor wants to throw a party.

The most prominent song out of copyright is "Yes We Have No Bananas," and I think we could have a circle just with parodies of that.