Robert Frost

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

I love that last stanza because it's like... I am morbid or rather I have these morbid curiosities and interests... I have a love/hate relationship with horror. I feel "close" to death (not like I'm about to die, but like I understand it very well) and so the thought of dying is like, not a huge deal to me. So that last bit is so special to me because it's like saying, "I can go deeper into this beautiful darkness... but I could get lost in it and I have promises to keep - things to do and people to see again and so I need to stay on my current path (life) and I have a long way to go before I die... I'll see the darkness then."

Does that make sense?