{"id":12164,"date":"2019-01-06T01:00:03","date_gmt":"2019-01-06T00:00:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=12164"},"modified":"2021-06-24T23:17:48","modified_gmt":"2021-06-24T21:17:48","slug":"robert-frost-halde-by-wald-op-in-snieige-jun","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.konsenylje.nl\/?p=12164","title":{"rendered":"Robert Frost, H\u00e2lde by w\u00e2ld op in snie\u00efge j\u00fbn<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"

 
\nH\u00e2lde by w\u00e2ld op in snie\u00efge j\u00fbn<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n

Waans w\u00e2ld dit is, \u2019t is my bekend.
\nMar hy hat yn it doarp syn went;
\nSjocht net dat ik hjir h\u00e2ld, fan doel
\nSyn w\u00e2ld mei wyt bestruid te sjen.<\/p>\n

Myn hopke tinkt grif, rare boel
\nEn stean hjir stil by bosk en poel,
\nBeferzen, fier fan st\u00e2l en strie,
\nWylst nearder j\u00fbn dit jier net foel.<\/p>\n

Syn beltsjes skoddet er, as stie
\nEr foar de fraach wat misr\u00fbn wie.
\nGjin oar l\u00fbd mear as licht geflean
\nFan twirrewyn en d\u00fbnzige snie.<\/p>\n

In moaie wr\u00e2ld wurdt my hjir bean,
\nMar \u2019k moat foar myn beloften stean,
\nEn ear\u2019t ik sliep sa fier noch gean,
\nEn ear\u2019t ik sliep sa fier noch gean.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening<\/em><\/big><\/p>\n

Whose woods these are I think I know.
\nHis house is in the village, though;
\nHe will not see me stopping here
\nTo watch his woods fill up with snow.<\/p>\n

My little horse must think it queer
\nTo stop without a farmhouse near
\nBetween the woods and frozen lake
\nThe darkest evening of the year.<\/p>\n

He gives his harness bells a shake
\nTo ask if there is some mistake.
\nThe only other sound\u2019s the sweep
\nOf easy wind and downy flake.<\/p>\n

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
\nBut I have promises to keep,
\nAnd miles to go before I sleep,
\nAnd miles to go before I sleep.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Ut New Hampshire<\/em>, 1923. YouTube: \u2018Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening\u2019 foardroegen troch Robert Frost sels, 1952.<\/p>\n