Such a Nice Woods Indeed...
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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...).
Ah...
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...
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...).
Ah...
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...
anak nakal yg perlu di beri empati....???? hehe
ReplyDeleteDear nDuk, terima kasih telah sudi berbaik hati mengunjungi blog Komedikus Erektus ! saya dan bermurah hati menulis komentar. Saya berharap, hmm, agar tidak atau justru kepingin menjadi seperti Bambang yang lain, yaitu Bambang Trihatmodjo :-D. Oh, aku suka ketemu lagi sama puisinya Robert Frost di blogmu yang inspiratif ini. Sukses selalu, nDuk.
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