Whose wood 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 farm house near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bell 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 to promise to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
ROBERT FROST (1874-1963)
This is one of my favourite poems. It soothing me to imagine the woods covered with snow...pure and innocent! This is one of the poem we have to study in Semester 7, in EDU 3216 with Dr. Arbaayah Ali Termizi.
When I was a little girl, I love to read poems. Love to recite simple poem. Sometimes, when I wrote my diary, I try to express my feelings into a poem. Poems in English, of course. I feel satisfied on what I wrote although it didn’t well at all but it’s all about me. Only me and my poems. When I was in secondary school, my poems faded. I don’t know why. I just couldn’t find my calming time to write. All school stuffs need to be completed! When I was in college, when love came knocking my heart, I wrote poems again. Simple romantic poems I guess… when there was a paper on poems, I knew I’m going to enjoy them. From then on, I learn a lot about poems. Sometimes, there were certain poems that very difficult to analyze.
I realized the beauty of poems and they opened my eyes to see what happened around the world in different ages! I once dreamed to be a poet. A poet for myself. May be I can be one day. I know it’s impossible to be like Langston Hughes, Robert Frost, Shirley Lim or Hilary Tham. I just want to write about me, my family and the journey I had in my life. May ALL S.W.T bless all us. Amiin.





