The road of shirt touch hoofs of sound,
the ship of what is nigh the clay,
each print shop speaks in dimple??,
know that language of a shade!!
Dippings said to paint the language,
as a horse in simple english,
a verb eh noun what is a proverb should the age less be a sage,
it is the brushes express to maid!!
Thy stroke of soak is ceiling lank,
a strike of stifle to the priced,
ask not that saddle dull and girth,
for the bridle is my earth.
Rise frost to snow in flakes of hay,
clover grass and clicks of lathe,
may shingle harp to strings I came,
down the rose to thorns that laid!!
Drive not the rein to stand a stall,
paddocks shale and halts to Hell,
might all be from a gift to pea's,
as this is the voice of sea's!!
Dear Beach of Shore did you're bean lane,
does the stripe that gave a grave,
whip to corn in Bats at Caved,
give to gifts the Greece ore spades??.
Nigh burr to Spurs in process Parade,
sake this verse to Makers shooed,
in the Forge and ball-pin grace,
bring that neigh.ole width the Fleeds.
Heard to Ear is Kernel bourne,
each aspect go to save the dorm,
be of patience be of steer,
may the confidence be clear!!"
Written by Karen Anastasia Placek
August 3rd, 2016
Tiburon, California
11:48 PM Pacific Standard Time
2348 Military Time
| Coordinates | 37°48′38″N 122°28′38″W Nearest City San Francisco, California!! |
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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.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" is a poem written in 1922 by Robert Frost, and published in 1923 in his New Hampshire volume. Imagery, personification, andrepetition are prominent in the work. In a letter to Louis Untermeyer, Frost called it "my best bid for remembrance".[1] It is also on the Camille McCausland album and bookMusical Notebooks.
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Frost wrote the poem in June 1922 at his house in Shaftsbury, Vermont. He had been up the entire night writing the long poem "New Hampshire" and had finally finished when he realized morning had come. He went out to view the sunrise and suddenly got the idea for "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening".[1] He wrote the new poem "about the snowy evening and the little horse as if I'd had a hallucination" in just "a few minutes without strain."[2]
The poem is written in iambic tetrameter in the Rubaiyat stanza created by Edward Fitzgerald. Each verse (save the last) follows an a-a-b-a rhyming scheme, with the following verse's a's rhyming with that verse's b, which is a chain rhyme (another example is the terza rima used in Dante's Inferno.) Overall, the rhyme scheme is AABA-BBCB-CCDC-DDDD.[3]
The text of the poem describes the thoughts of a lone rider, pausing at night in his travel to watch snow falling in the woods. It ends with him reminding himself that, despite the loveliness of the view, "I have promises to keep, / And miles to go before I sleep.
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In the early morning of November 23, 1963, Sid Davis of Westinghouse Broadcasting reported the arrival of President John F. Kennedy's casket to the White House. As Frost was one of the President's favorite poets, Davis concluded his report with a passage from this poem but was overcome with emotion as he signed off.[4][5]
At the funeral of former Canadian prime minister Pierre Trudeau, on October 3, 2000, his eldest son Justin rephrased the last stanza of this poem in his eulogy: "The woods are lovely, dark and deep. He has kept his promises and earned his sleep."[6]
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