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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 Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening av Robert Frost (Ja, jag längtar efter snön)
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Den oroliga Balten
Tue 5 Dec 2006 23:51
Jag börjar funderar på om inte alla saker du berättar om Björkis i själva verket handlar om dig själv :S
Nästan lite Bosse Ranheim - kusligt!
Nästan lite Bosse Ranheim - kusligt!
Partisan
Tue 5 Dec 2006 00:57
Okej, Johan. det kanske är för att klockan är snart ett och för att vi pratar med oss själva. Men jag älskar verkligen raden "And miles to go before I sleep". Och jag älskar poesi.
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