Stopping by woods...
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.
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This is one of my favourite poems. I find it very inspiring especially when the vagaries of life tend to have a wearing affect on me. Going through this poem and contemplating on it rejuvenates me and kinda brings me back to life...
posted by Qais Mujeeb @ 12:01 AM
6 comments
6 Comments:
Qais,
Thanks for the marvellous poem. :)- I had been wanting to read the full version of this acclaimed poem since a long time now! In fact, most people know it only by the last paragraph , and it was said to be the most favourite poem of even a great master of prose and literature , among others, as Jawaharlal Nehru,the peerless statesman, and the first prime minister of modern India was..
Thanks Riz,
I didn't know that this was Pt Nehru's favorite too ;-) Thanks for the pleasant bit of info sharing.
Thanks for dropping a line, Hiren. I visited your blog looking for the poem u mentioned here but couldn't locate it.
Hi there again,
Nicely narrated but makes me feel cold.
Will check back for more :)
-Sama
Uski katthai aankhon mein hain jantar-mantar sab
Chaqu waqu, chhuriyan wuriyan, khanjar wanjar sab
;)
Looks like a truely Iqbalian inspiration - "and miles to go before I leave"... "Sitaroon se aage jahan aur bhi hain.."
No doubt, an awe-inspiring poem.
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