• Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

    Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

    BY ROBERT FROST

    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.


    Comments 20 Comments
    1. edave's Avatar
      That sounds less than promising. Best of luck with the switchover Andy.
    1. Colts01's Avatar
      Why Do I love FP?
      From "hot girl" drafts to intelligent football discussions to Robert Frost poetry.
    1. Andy Freeland's Avatar
      I'm not a fan of poetry in general, but that's the one I just can't get out of my head when I have 100 hours of work to do and 45 minutes to do it. 'and miles to go before I sleep', just a great phrase.
    1. Trumpetbdw's Avatar
      Quote Originally Posted by Andy Freeland View Post
      I'm not a fan of poetry in general, but that's the one I just can't get out of my head when I have 100 hours of work to do and 45 minutes to do it. 'and miles to go before I sleep', just a great phrase.
      Not to critique, but perhaps this switchover would be done if you didn't waste time posting poetry

      Andy, you may have the poetry market cornered, but no one can throw out inspirational videos quite like me.

      YOU CAN DO IT!!!!

    1. Andy Freeland's Avatar
      Quote Originally Posted by Trumpetbdw View Post
      Not to critique, but perhaps this switchover would be done if you didn't waste time posting poetry

      Andy, you may have the poetry market cornered, but no one can throw out inspirational videos quite like me.

      YOU CAN DO IT!!!!
      Do I even have to say it. All together now - Banned for Life.

      Not for the wasting time on poetry comment, but for posting Rob freaking Schneider.
    1. Trumpetbdw's Avatar
      Quote Originally Posted by Andy Freeland View Post
      Do I even have to say it. All together now - Banned for Life.

      Not for the wasting time on poetry comment, but for posting Rob freaking Schneider.
      And THAT is the motivation I was talking about! I put that one on a silver platter for you. Nothing lifts Andy's spirits quite like the opportunity to ban me.

      For the good of FP nation, I'm just doing my part
    1. Rich Gapinski's Avatar
      At least it wasn't the complete works of Pauly Shore.
    1. FrzzerBwler's Avatar
      Ya know Rich makes a valid point Andy.
      Beside who is going to play trumpet now?
      Trumpet banned, Doc Severson is either dead or in a nursing home.
      Guess you can run out of trumpet players.
      Who knew?
      And to think, only reason I clicked on the link, when I saw banned for life figure it was some real rightous subterfuge. I just wanted to see if it was in English or Russian this time.
    1. brauneyz's Avatar
      DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO
      THAT GOOD NIGHT

      by Dylan Thomas

      Do not go gentle into that good night,
      Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
      Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
      Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
      Because their words had forked no lightning they
      Do not go gentle into that good night.

      Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
      Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
      Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

      Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
      And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
      Do not go gentle into that good night.

      Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
      Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
      Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

      And you, my father, there on the sad height,
      Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
      Do not go gentle into that good night.
      Rage, rage against the dying of the light.



      P.S. Hugs to Andy from all at FP(L)!
    1. Patrick Sullivan's Avatar
      Success

      By Ralph Waldo Emerson

      To laugh often and much;
      To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
      To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
      To appreciate beauty,
      To find the best in others,
      To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child,
      A garden patch or a redeemed social condition;
      To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
      This is to have succeeded.
    1. Patrick Sullivan's Avatar
      The Guy in the Glass

      by: Dale Wimbrow


      When you get what you want in your struggle for self
      And the world makes you king for a day
      Just go to the mirror and look at yourself
      And see what that man has to say.

      For it isn’t your Father or Mother or wife
      Whose judgment upon you must pass.
      The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
      Is the one staring back from the glass.

      Some people may call you a straight shooting chum
      And call you a wonderful guy,
      but the man in the glass says you’re only a bum
      If you can’t look him straight in the eye.

      He’s the fellow to please, never mind all the rest
      For he’s with you clear to the end,
      And you have passed your most dangerous test
      If the man in the glass is your friend.

      You may face the whole world down the pathway of life
      And get pats on the back when you pass,
      But your final reward will be heartache and strife
      If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.
    1. darvon's Avatar
      There once was a girl from Nantucket...
    1. Trumpetbdw's Avatar
      "We may not be good, but we're loud!"
      Laddy Busby

      Hey Andy, I know it's getting late, but as always, I'm here for you.

      No really, this time it's legit.

      You guys may know poetry, but I know music. And nothing gets anyone ready for action quite like this song. And if you've never heard this rendition, you're in for an awakening...




      With some great man perms and fabulous outfits to boot!
    1. SpartaChris's Avatar
      Unknown Road- Pennywise:

      So you're currently content with your surroundings
      You possess a vague sense of accomplishment
      Did you give all you had to give or did you
      Give conservative
      Do you think that all the years that passed you
      By we're all well spent
      Pictures of everyday life spark memories
      And certain things pull triggers in your mind
      What would be different now if you were
      There than here.
      What passages, what fantasies lie just
      Beyond the unknown road
      Do you know, the miracles that could
      Be found they're waiting down the
      Unknown road, so it goes
      A few more cornerstones that could be yours
      Ever get the thought you were mistaken?
      Ever think about the stones you've left
      Un-turned? More chances slip away with
      Every passing day, suffering with cold
      You're so afraid you might get burned.
      And wondering can take it's toll yeah
      And wondering you can rack your skull
      And wondering can send your
      Imagination up a tree
      Wondering what fantasies lie just
      Beyond the unknown road
      Time is right now of the essence
      Time is right to learn your lessons
      Time is all that you have left
      Things you've contemplated
      The unknown road is one
    1. Andy Freeland's Avatar
      Do we really have a poetry thread?

      Roses are red
      Violet's are purple
      If the pancakes don't kill you
      The syrup'll
    1. brauneyz's Avatar
      Uh, who started this thread?

      bebo is red,
      facebook is blue,
      tweet me your name,
      so I can plus you on google!
      ~Anon
    1. edave's Avatar
      I just hope we keep it Mr. Roses.

      I'm going to have to read Sparta's Unknown Road a few times more.
    1. msclemons's Avatar
      There was a young nun from Siberia,
      Endowed with a virgin interior,
      Until an old monk,
      Jumped into her bunk,
      And now she's the Mother Superior.
    1. Rich Gapinski's Avatar
      Schiano

      He was once a man in scarlet
      A former knight pled his pirates to charge
      Even when the battle was lost
      How dare they look like starlets
      He still wanted the proper surge
      A quintet of seconds passed, the battle was lost
    1. wxwax's Avatar
      My favorite poem is an anti-war lament from one of WW I's greatest poets, Wilfred Owen. No fanciful imagery, no flowery words, just a visceral description of the conflict that killed him and a gutting of the delusion that war brings glory.


      Dulce Et Decorum Est

      Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
      Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
      Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
      And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
      Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
      But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
      Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
      Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

      GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
      Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
      But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
      And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
      Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
      As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

      In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
      He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

      If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
      Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
      And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
      His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
      If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
      Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
      Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
      Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,--
      My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
      To children ardent for some desperate glory,
      The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
      Pro patria mori.