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Kleine Weisheiten 1
“Cause the best way out of winter is through it”
(Chris “In the Morning” Stevens in der amerikanischen Serie “Ausgerechnet Alaska” (Northern Exposure))
A Readmill of my mind
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
A Readmill of my mind
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
Snow beneath whose chilly softness
Some that never lay
Make their first Repose this Winter
I admonish Thee
Blanket Wealthier the Neighbor
We so new bestow
Than thine acclimated Creature
Wilt Thou, Austere Snow?
Emily Dickinson
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.