SNOW!
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 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.
(This reminds me of the woods near our house. They were breathtaking the other day, coated in white wonder. When I was outside, I remembered this, and decided to post it.)
6 comments:
Grr! In my posts on the Maximum Ride blog, I had a bunch of typos. I feel so illiterate...
YOU HAVE SNOW??!?!
*is jealous*
Where do you live?
*packs suitcase*
I like that poem, although I think Robert Frost can get boring
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p.s. wens the next max ride book come out?
Yeah, we have a bunch of snow! People here aren't excited though. We get snow from November to March!
I think the same, but that didn't stop me from posting the poem...
Lol, illiterism is teh sux0rs!!!1!1!one!!!!shift!1
Lol, jk.
I LOVE that poem. I find it really funny how everyone tries to analyze why he wants to sleep, and why he has so much to go and why he has to stop.
Truth is, most poetry doesn't really have symbolism and stuff in it. I mean...he had work to do when he wanted to watch the snow. Easy said, easy done.
Anyway, I wish it would snow here.
Peace.
~The Flames
:D
Poetry isn't supposed to make sense! Poetry that makes sense wouldn't make sense, would it?
(Sorry, I'm in a random/hyper mood.)
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