Friday, November 19, 2010

Robert Frost - "Miles To Go Before I Sleep"

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's 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's poem, reminds me of Krishna, and his message of righteous action. It might be easier and more comfortable to do the alternative, but the path of righteousness must be actively chosen.