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.
Accidentally, I was watching a movie by QuentinTarantino at Astro Cinemax ( channel 413, I think), where the last four lines were used by one of the character (stunt man mike) to get a lap dance by one of the girls at the bar(before, the girls had made a bet with each other whoever come to them and buy beer for them and says the last four lines to them, the girl have to give a lap dance to that guy...)
By the way, the poem was written by Robert Frost in the 18th century....
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