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 sounds 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 - Robert Frost
That's beautiful...
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed listening to Down In Mexico, i didn't know it was from Deathproof - makes me want to watch it before we see Inglourious Basterds now.
This is going on next Sundays Playlist.
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its taranntino season on sky so loads of them are on :)
ReplyDeletei watched pulp fiction and death proof yesterday
BEAUT
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