Stopping by woods on a snowy evening

Robert Frost - 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.

"Droga nie wybrana" - Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Droga nie wybrana

Dwie drogi w żółtym lesie szły w dwie różne strony:
Żałując, że się nie da jechać dwiema naraz
I być jednym podróżnym, stałem, zapatrzony
W głąb pierwszej  z dróg, aż po jej zakręt oddalony,
Gdzie widok niknął w gęstych krzakach i konarach;