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,
Stopping by Woods
on a Snowy Evening, 1923
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Forest Floor
(Redwood)
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveler, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the grasses Of the forest's ferny floor -Walter De La Mare, The Listeners |
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Passing in the Night
(Paris)
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and distant voice in the darkness; So the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and silence. -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Tales of a Wayside Inn, Part III, The Theologian's Tale, 1873 |
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Ancient Track
(French Alps)
O how I long to travel back And tread again that ancient track! That I might once more reach that plain, Where first I left my glorious train -Henry Vaughan, The Retreat |
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Company on the Way
(French Alps)
We do not mind our not arriving anywhere nearly so much as our not having any company on the way. -Frank Moore Colby, The Margin of Hesitation, "Thinking It Through in Haste", 1921 |
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Untitled (Princeton)
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Desert Island
(New York)
Manhattan. Sometimes from beyond the skyscrapers, across the hundreds of thousands of high walls, the cry of a tugboat finds you in your insomnia in the middle of the night, and you remember that this desert of iron and cement is an island. -Albert Camus, 1946 |