1. SHE TELLS ME EVERYTHING OF POETRY It’s a beautiful moment when the easy wind blows as if it is trying to seduce my eyes to sleep, but I know it is unreasonable to lose my consciousness only for this scenic natural temptation. Yes, it’s surely …
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Minggu, 14 Oktober 2012
Sabtu, 14 Januari 2012
Robert Frost's Poem
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 st…
