Saturday, January 14, 2012

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

A cold winter evening, an empty road. As the mist descends and evening turns to night, I took the longest walk back home from the metro station.Passing by the dark lanes and the broken down huts, past the damp field, under the big tree and dark houses. A pat for the shivering dog as the rare passerby walks past at lightning pace, covered from head to toe, I trudged along at the slowest possible pace and all there was to it, was an overbearing sense of melancholy. An old joke, it has lost its meaning; A new one, has lost its cause. Is there always a light at the end of the tunnel?

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.

-Robert Frost


  1. theoretically every tunnel has an end...but another may follow...but ultimately there's light! only your eyes may have got used to he darkness....!!!!

  2. yes..true..right...uhm.. that made no sense!