Ne obožavam pjesme toliko koliko knjige, ali isto ih volim pogotovo od nekih pjesnika (npr. E.A. Poe). Ali ovu znam još iz osnovne sa nastave engleskog. Toliko mi se svidjela da sam iz knjige prepisala u kompić. Izgleda da je to vrlo poznata pjesma jer sam mnogo puta čula da je citiraju, pogotovo onaj dio 'Miles to go before I sleep...'
Stopping by woods on a snowy evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To wach his wood fill up with snow.
My little horse must think is 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.29.04.2005.
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.
Post je objavljen 29.04.2005. u 00:22 sati.