Monday, February 11, 2008


Those people who are frustrated..who are hungry for success..please read the folowing poems..for i feel that would make you still more focussed in your journey towards success..because whenever i am disturbed or diverted..these poems act as my energy tonic..

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening-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's 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........



TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle !
Be a hero in the strife !

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant !
Let the dead Past bury its dead !
Act,— act in the living Present !
Heart within, and God o'erhead !

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time ;

Footprints, that perhaps another,

Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to walk.

Two enchanting poems...following which one can face life however it may be...
Lets keep on moving as there are miles to go for which we need to learn to labor and to walk!!!


Shrinivas said...

The robert frost one is superb .. was part of enlish poetry when i was in 8th or 9th i guess !

Arv said...

"And miles to go before I sleep..."

This line has lingered on to my memory ever since childhood...

One of the classic English poems... Thanks for the nice post.

GAYATHRI said...

yeah..beautiful poem..happy to see tat ppl enjoy these..jus lik me..thank u..