For a long time, I only knew the last verse of this. It used to echo around my head in the days after Rich died, and some days those were the words that kept me going "But I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep." Promises to keep. Promises to eat, promises to keep going, promises to be strong, promises that I had made to the boy-child just to keep us together and happy and pushing through for a normal life, except that normal had gone. Some days, I wanted to sink into woods that were lovely, dark and deep, and stay there, away from everything.
Anyway, my Wednesday Words this week are.......
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,
by 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.
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.
Beautiful, isn't it? I am aware actually, that all of my Wednesday words so far are older poems, from older poets, and mostly men. It amuses me that my feminist literature section of my Eng.Lit part of my B.Ed clearly didn't take!
Join up your Wednesday Words with crazy with twins, and find other gorgeous words to read, enjoy and inwardly digest.