Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
A verse very relevant to me
Found the complete text of Robert Frost's "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" here:
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.
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.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
If you can't join them
"If you can't join them, beat them." - They didn't want me to join them. Granted. I'll now beat them whenever we face-off. That's a promise. I'll make them regret this. Promises to be fun.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)