Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Thought for the Day - Snow

Our snow has mostly melted away, and I miss it already! So this is to satisfy my snow jones.

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.

– Robert Frost

Photograph © 2008 by A. Roy Hilbinger
Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” from The Poetry of Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1923, �© 1969 by Henry Holt and Company, Inc., renewed 1951, by Robert Frost.


  1. Interrompendo Por Woods On A Snowy Evening

    De quem são estas madeiras eu acho que sei,
    Sua casa fica na aldeia embora.
    Ele não vai me ver parar aqui,
    Para assistir seus bosques enchem-se com a neve.

    Meu pequeno cavalo deve pensar que queer,
    Para parar sem uma fazenda perto,
    Entre os bosques e lagos congelados,
    A noite mais escura do ano.

    Ele dá o seu arnês sinos um trema,
    Para perguntar se há algum engano.
    O único outro som é a varredura,
    Vento macio e fácil de escamas.NB.

    As madeiras são adoráveis, escuros e profundos,
    Mas eu tenho promessas a manter,
    E quilómetros a percorrer antes de dormir,
    E quilómetros a percorrer antes de eu durmo.

    - Robert Frost

    A beautiful poem, translated into Portuguese as well to understand it better.
    Congratulations this is a beautiful poem, so your picture is beautiful, beautiful.

    provided to my felitaciones

  2. all I got to say is I hope this is not a new photo...something about this time of year that no matter how beautiful fresh snow is...the beauty does not resonate...rather oh dam more #$&*^ snow!

    Now this in the beginning of December is quite exciting.

    I am waiting anxiously for spring. Something about the spring flowers and budding trees that makes you feel hopeful and anything is possible!

    It is a wonderful photo though!

  3. Being in California, and lower than the snow line, I find this visually stunning - far prettier than the drippy wet leaves I am looking at outside my window. Though if this scene was close-by, I suppose I would prefer to see it from the safe confines of a window seat by a cozy fire, while sipping a brandy or a Mexican hot cocoa. Thank you for sharing!

  4. This is an absolutely gorgeous post...I love it!!!! You've capture the freshness of new snow and the softness and quiet that accompanies a deep snow.
    ...plus it's one of my favorite poems.

  5. Perfect, my favorite kind of snow: virtual :)

  6. Sal - thanks for the translation. My Portuguese is sort of non-existent.

    Colette - this picture is from a storm we got on the 19th of December. I used it because it's my favorite shot yet of snow in my usual hangout in Ballard Park. As for more snow... Well, the ground is bare, and it's still Winter. We're having our February thaw at the moment (called "Strawberry Spring" by the old-timers), but we usually get our biggest storms after the thaw. And being a born snow freak, I look forward to it with great pleasure.

    Iris - will a nice hot mug of chai masala do? And a shot of Calvados in that is really good!

    Kelly - thanks! That was a tough one to get around in, though. It was the really wet, heavy stuff, and half the trails in Ballard Park were impossible to walk because tree branches and shrubs weighted down with the snow were blocking them.

    Steph - ah! You wimps down there in Texas! Heh, heh! You can't ski on virtual snow. Or make snowmen with it.

  7. Thank all the Gods. I've shoveled plenty in my day. Cold. Wet. But pretty, which means I still enjoy pictures.

    When I lived in Las Vegas, I had the best of all worlds. Wonderful hot/dry climate but, if I felt I needed snow, we could drive up to the mountains. And we had a very active ski club since the skiing was a 30 minute drive away.