Robert Frost(Robert Frost) March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 One of the most prominent American poets of the 20th century. Born in San Francisco, in the western United States. He lost his father at the age of 11 and moved with his mother to New England in the Northeast. Since then, he has formed an indissoluble bond with that land. Frost began writing poetry at the age of 16 and officially published his first poem at the age of 20. He has won four Pulitzer Prizes and many other awards and honors, and has been called "the poet laureate of American literature." It was only in the second half of his life that he won public recognition for his poetic works. In the years that followed, he established himself as a great man of letters. He published more than 10 collections of poems, the most important of which were North of Boston (1914), Between the Mountains (1916), New Hampshire (1923), The Creek That Flows West (1928), The Witness Tree (1942), and The Glade (1962). 100 years ago, on March 7, 1923, Frost published the poem "Stopping in the Snowy Night" in the American magazine "New United States", which is not only popular, but has long become an immortal poem. 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 h**e promises to keep,and miles to go before i sleep,and miles to go before i sleep.
Stay in the forest on a snowy night
Whose forest is I think I know. His house is still in the village; He couldn't see me standing here** his woods were full of snow. My pony must have found it strange that there were no houses nearby and stopped in the woods and frozen lakes for the darkest nights of the year. He shook the bell on his bridle and asked if something was wrong. The only other sound was the sound of the breeze blowing through the snow. The lovely forest is deep and dark, but I still have a promise to fulfill, and there is still a long way to go before going to bed, and a long way to go before going to bed. Translated by Yang TiejunSnowy nights on the edge of the forestWhose forest is this, I think I know. Even though his house was in the village; He won't see me stop here** his woods are covered with snowflakes. My pony will wonder why it stops, and there is not a farmhouse nearby, just between the woods and the frozen lake, and it is the darkest night of the year. He shook the bell around his neck and asked if something was wrong. The only other sounds were the leisurely wind and the fluffy snowflakes sweeping by. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have some promises to keep, and many miles to go before I go to bed, and many miles to go before I go to bed. Translated by Zhou WeichiStanding on the edge of the forest on a snowy nightI think I know the owner of the woods, whose family lives in the countryside on the edge of the woods; He won't see me pause here and admire the woods in his snowsuit. My pony is holding on to a mystery: why did he stop here, uninhabited, on the darkest night of the year, between the woods and the glacial lake. It shook the bell around its neck to ask its master if he was mistaken. Other than that, the only sound was the wind, the velvet and the snow gently blowing. The woods are lovely, deep and dark, but I have many promises that I cannot break, and how many more miles I have to drive to sleep peacefully, and how many miles to have to travel. Translated by Fei BaiStay on the edge of the forest on a snowy nightThe owner of this wood, I think I know, his house is in this village, although he will not see me stopping here, ** his snowy woods. My horses must have been amazed at the darkest night of the year in this unhoused place, between the woods and the frozen lake. He shook the bell on his harness and asked if something was wrong. All I could hear was the sound of a light breeze blowing through the trees and soft snowflakes falling. This forest is so wonderful, so dark, so deep. But I've made a promise that I'll have to walk a little way before I can sleep peacefully. It's still a bit of a walk to get a good night's sleep. Translated by Li HuiStop at the edge of the forest on a snowy nightI knew the owner of the woods, but his house was in a neighboring village, and he would not have thought that I would stay here and watch the snow fill the woods. My pony must have thought it strange that there was no farmhouse to rest in the wilderness, between the woods and the frozen lake, on the darkest night of the year. It shook the bell around its neck to ask if something was wrong, but the only answer was a whisper—the wind blowing softly, the snow feathering down. The forest is so beautiful, deep, and dark, but the promised thing still has to be done. You have to walk many miles to sleep, and you have to walk many miles to sleep. Translated by Zhao YihengStay in the forest on a snowy nightI think I know this forest, and the forest owner's house is in the neighboring village, but I will not be seen here to see the beautiful scenery of the snow in the forest. My pony must have been surprised: there were no farms in sight, but the darkest twilight of the year, between the cold forest and the glacial lake. It shook the bell and asked me if I should stop here. In addition, there was only a light breeze blowing snowflakes, and no other sound could be heard. The forest is dark and deep, and it is enviable, but I still have to keep some promises, and how many miles I have to travel to sleep, and how many miles to sleep. Translated by Yu Guang.