And miles to go before I sleep…

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

BY Robert Frost

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 Lee Frost was an American poet. and is one of my favorites.
There is no purpose of me writing this blog.
I have an hour to kill before getting back to real world.
So here I am sharing few of my favorite poems.


BY Christina Georgina Rossetti

An emerald is as green as grass;
A ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
A flint lies in the mud.
A diamond is a brilliant stone,
To catch the world’s desire;
An opal holds a fiery spark;
But a flint holds fire.

We had this poem in 4th or 5th grade for English Prose and Poetry.
This has been with me since.


BY William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed- and gazed- but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Need I do the explaining?

More than the poem itself what interests me the most is the story behind Daffodils.

According to Greek mythology, Narsissus, the son of the river god Cephissus and nymph Liriope, so was proud, in that he disdained those who loved him that when Nemesis noticed this behavior she attracted Narcissus to a river, where he saw his own reflection in the water and fell in love with it, not realizing it was merely an image. Unable to leave the beauty of his reflection he was turned into a Daffodil.

Thus, an explanation to why Daffodils are found near the banks.

Even the genus of Daffodil is Narcissus, (Narcissus poeticus L.)

And one of the most, well, interesting characters from Harry Potter series, Narcissa Malfoy was inspired by Narsissus.

More on this later..

Gotta go


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