Paola Fantasma Lovisolo http://rientrodellimmortalita.wordpress.com/ Cara polvere photo

My dear friend Paola Polvere who is lovely dark and deep like the woods... [A.R.]

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Inspired from a photograph
by Paola Polvere of herself.








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.