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.
From Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost (1874 – 1963)
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.
From Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost (1874 – 1963)
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
And if it happens that you cannot
go on or turn back
and you find yourself
where you will be at the end,
tell yourself
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
that you love what you are.
Mark Strand, excerpt from Lines for Winter, in New Selected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2007)
Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself — as it will seem to do—
With « I have saved this afternoon for you »;
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead