…E MIGLIA DA PERCORRERE

Il mio cavallo trova forse strano

che io sosti ove non c’è casa all’intorno,

tra i boschi e il lago coperti di ghiaccio

nella sera più buia dell’anno.

Fa tinnire i sonagli delle briglie,

quasi a chiedermi se sto sbagliando.

Non c’è altro suono, fuori del fruscio

del vento lieve e dei fiocchi che cadono.

Profondi e scuri sono i boschi e belli,

ma ho promesse da mantenere

e miglia da percorrere, prima di dormire,

e miglia da percorrere, prima di dormire.

Robert Frost (1874-1963)

And miles to go before I sleep.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42891/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening

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.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42891/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evening