近日又读了Frost和Longfellow的诗

Godot

10# jocelynxu

这首你一定读过。解读更诡异。
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.

jocelynxu

11# Godot
Frost这首诗的评论确实各异：夜色雪景、作者的舟车劳顿、文笔措辞等等，
我印象最深的是评述“雪夜奔波的一份凄凉”，但这个意境还是蛮美的。