Because nobody rules over my thoughts. Live with it.
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
Rasanya nyaman, dingin-dingin gimanaaa gitu kalo mbaca puisinya Eyang Frost ini. Padahal mental picture gwa adalah di kelas Poetry I, bete, liat kumisnya Pak Sarwoto dengan Javling-nya yang nggak nguatin, siang-siang, laper, bawaannya pengen kabur ke kantin dan ngerokok-ngerokok bareng Pak Pri atau Pak Uban (penjaga kampus yang gwa ga tau namanya tapi dia selalu menganggap gwa anak nakal yang perlu diberi empati. Hihihi...).
Those good ol' days. Yes, I've found many great woods that sustaining me from stepping much further on the long journey. But still, I have miles to go before I sleep...
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