Poetical Memory Check!

Stopping By the 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
This (the) darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake
The only sound heard is the sweep (The only other sound's the sweep
Of something wind and downy flake 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.

Hmm, not too bad. I need to memorize it for class later today. See the correct version here, too.

Just finished reading: Speak, by Laurie Halse Anderson. A relatively new YA book (1999, I believe) about a girl who starts the school year shunned for calling the cops to break up an end-of-summer party. Little does everyone know that she had good reason--she was raped. Melinda must struggle throughout the book to accept it herself and find her own means of expression, particularly through art. It was also kind of exciting to read the book because it takes place in Syracuse (yay Becky!). So when they were talking about it being -20 degrees in the winter and snowing from October to April, I could really picture it. Cool.

The Night is For Hunting, by John Marsden. Sixth book in the Tomorrow, When the War Began series. Almost done!