MILES TO GO BEFORE MY SLEEP AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP.............:)

I agree , I'm not a great fan of poems. The way the fiction weaves its magic over me does not seem to work with poems. I don't have the enough patience to delve deeper and picturize the poems. Of very few poems I have read , I love Pablo Neruda , William Ernest Henley's "Invictus" - 'I'm the master of my fate and I'm the captain of my soul" , Kahlil Gibran for transporting me to nature's lap , William Shakespeare for "All the world's is a stage" ,  Emily Dickinson for "Heart , we will forget him , You and I tonight" and the list goes. But above all I swear by the works of Robert Frost - "Road Not Taken" , "Fire and Ice" and "Stopping by woods on a Snowy Evening". His poems work for me when I want to snap out of the trance and be normal again. Of course , "Miles to go Before I sleep" have always been my personal favourite, So this time , its this poem I'm sharing.........(None of my creation , hopefully....:P)

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

PS......"K"...Cut the poems out next time , okay? Definitely not my forte.....:P

LoVe MoRe & sMiLe OfTeN!!!!!!!!!!

This is Midnight girl signing out..................:D :D