Stopping by Woods on A Snowy Evening

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

(Robert Frost)

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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.

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Again, another poem from my literature class. It reminds me of myself though, how do I love a solitude these days, and this poem gives me an image of perfect solitude, which is dark, deep, calm, mysterious, yet lovely. If only I could stay there for the rest of my life, I would be very happy, but somehow, I still have to live my life. And miles to go before I sleep, yeah, I still have a long way to go, still have a long way full with pain. So, I couldn't take a sleep yet, thing that I wanna do. If only, I had nothing to do, except exiling myself in that solitude....... Perhaps, it gives a sign that I'm nothing but coward, because I want to run away from the reality, but I'm totally sick with all of these. I'm sick of seeing people wasting their grace, and even dumped them, tired of being dumped and considered as something from another world. I'm sick and tired of that. But I have promises to keep, yeah, still have something in my mind, a passion to take a revenge, a will to show the world what I'll achieve, and promise to keep standing firmly, a promise I made to my friends (Ruri, Naomi, Eddy, Panggih, Piglet, Icha, and Onald, with your help, I'll show the wold what I can do, I'll show to those violating me for years for being strange!!)