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's 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's 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.
by Robert Frost
Odlična pjesma, iskreno neznam šta je pisac točno htio reći i koja je njegova vizija ili poruka :)), ali meni je zadivljujuća lakoća s kojom je napisana, kao i "poruka" koju ja isčitavam iz nje, a ta je vrijednost "ispunjenja danog obećanja" bez obzira na to koliko je to teško osobi koja ga je dala (zaključak 1)..to mi je jako bitno kod ljudi..da se drže riječi, šta vi mislite o tome?
..i super mi je kako tip ima šaljivog konja:)) tj. barem ga on takvim smatra i inteligentnim...dakle,konji su cool! (zaključak 2:))
Post je objavljen 05.01.2006. u 11:57 sati.