Robert Frost
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.
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.
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's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
To ask if there's 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
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep
Um dos poemas mais famosos do poeta americano Robert Frost, tem muitas interpretações. Os últimos versos:
"tenho promessas a cumprir
e milhas a percorrer antes de dormir"
remete, para alguns, às promessas que temos a cumprir antes de morrer.
Texto, fonte: wikipidia.
