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.
And miles to go before I sleep.
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-Robert Frost
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11 comments:
The morale of the story is 1) never make promises and 2) never sleep.
and by morale, I meant moral.
these words kind of make my heart slow down and sink and be quiet a little bit. it almost makes me fall asleep, just reading it (but in a very very good and soothing way).
love it.
i want stop reading about lucretius and I want someone to tuck me in, pull the covers over me and as i sip some hot tea tea... read me this poem. (it's a longer poem, right?)
so pretty.
love, sienna
im not sure why i wrote tea twice...but i did it quite conscientiously and didn't see the funnyness until i read it...
it goes along with the repetition in the last lines of the poem poem.
if anyone loves this poem, go listen to a recording of Eric Whitacre's "Sleep". It is a choral setting of this poem, and it is magic.
that's really funny, papa. i think that is why i did that.
From memory: "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, beneath the...the darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake to ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound I hear is ....and downy flake. (anyone know what I forgot? I know we can google, but I'd much rather remember.)
i think it's "between the woods and frozen lake, the darkest evening of the year."
and then "the only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake."
Yes, yes, that's it! Now I can go read the book that I bought for my kids after seeing it at your house such a very long time ago...the one with the wonderful illustrations!
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