Friday, March 23, 2007

Stopping by woods....

The days have been really very busy. Life is on a super highway with so much of work under my belt. While I got a few minutes to be away from the monotonous routine, I thought of this lovely poem which I had read in school when I was in Class IX. My condition is quite similar to the one described in it, so thought of putting it down here:

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.

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