SLEEP

D'après Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening de 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.

Pour prolonger ce rêve ... admirez les photos d'Au fond du jardin.

Belle nuit !

Comments

[Florence]

# Aifelle, comment ça ? A Rouen, on ne parle pas anglais couramment ???!!!

[Aifelle]

Je ne peux pas apprécier le poème en anglais, mais la musique et les photos oui ..