domingo, 19 de dezembro de 2010

Classic Poems: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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.

2 comentários:

  1. o meu poema preferido do meu poeta preferido :)

  2. Oh :) Estava a ler umas coisas e pareceu-me festivo.

    Não sabia que ele era o teu poeta preferido. Parece-me bem!