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.
By Robert Frost
Das Lieblingsgedicht von JFK
Claudio Micheli 15/12/2009 13:26
Bel lavoro, molto affascinante!Ciao
JOKIST 14/12/2009 18:33
Das Bild drückt die Stille dieser Jahreszeit gut aus !Gut kombiniert mit dem Gedicht !
LG Ingird und Hans