japonisme: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

15 March 2007

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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.

Robert Frost

(carl moll; kawase hasui; henri riviere --thanks for the reminder, green tea--; hiroshige ii utagawa)



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2 Comments:

Blogger Princess Haiku said...

I love this juxtaposition of east and west in a poem I loved as a child.

17 March, 2007 10:53  
Blogger lotusgreen said...

thanks, princess.

17 March, 2007 11:49  

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