First Publish March, 7 1923 In The New Republic
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
Why am I reminded of Charles Bronson? Be the first to answer and you win a set of fondue forks.
3 comments:
I know, but I am not telling....fondue forks notwithstanding, 'cause I know ... get at it folks...
aarrgh she beat me to it... Lee Marvin...
Sorry you are all wrong. The film in question is Telefon from 1977. http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0076804/
In the film they used the Robert Frost poem to trigger hypnotized sleeper agents. Looks like fondue is on the menu in the El Duderino house.
Be sure to check out the IMDB site, complete with some tool waxing stupidic on Soviet-Western relations as reflected in film. It's a Charles Bronson flick, try not to read too much into it.
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