Quote of the Week: Lovely, Dark and Deep

           I won't write a classic review for this book as my girl Glass has already done it perfectly few months ago. That's not the only reason as I can talk about book regardless of the thousands and thousands of its reviews. But the other reason is that I always run away from poetry, considering it as something superficial and profound, without the possibility that my poor brain will ever understand it. Well, until I started college and my lit classes which tough me exact opposite.

        When I started reading this book I understood that it's not the coincidence that it has this title. So I'll share a poem, which is extremely dear to me and from which, I assume, this title is taken from:

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.

Until the next time,