Standing by the Woods on a snowy night
I think I know the owner of the forest.
His family lives in the countryside near the forest;
He won't see me pause here,
Appreciate the snow-covered Woods.
My pony must have a secret:
Why are you stopping here? There is no sign of anyone.
On the darkest night of the year,
Stop between the Woods and the ice lake.
It shook the bell around its neck,
I want to ask the host if he is mistaken.
Besides, the only sound
It's the wind, it's velvet, it's the snow blowing gently.
The Woods are lovely, deep and dark.
But I have a lot of promises I can't break,
How many roads do I have to drive to sleep,
How many roads do I have to drive to sleep?
_ _ _ _ _ Robert Frost's Poetry
English original:
Parked by the Woods on a snowy night
Robert Frost
I think I know whose forest this is.
Although his house is in the village;
He won't see me parked here.
Watching his Woods covered with snow.
My pony must feel very strange.
Stop when there is no farmhouse nearby.
Between the Woods and the ice lake
The darkest night of the year.
He shook his harness bell.
Ask if there is any mistake.
The only other sound is the sweeping sound.
The breeze is gentle and the snow is falling.
The forest is lovely, dark and deep.
But I have to keep my promise,
I still have a long way to go before I fall asleep,
There is still a long way to go before I leave.