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Nov. 25., 2009 | 03:57 pm
posted by: flog in pajautaa
dzejas mīļotājiem - tavs mīļākais dzejolis angļu valodā? tēma, garums, doma...nav no svara. nepieciešams uzveidot bukletu ar apm 10 lieliskiem dzejoļiem no paziņu loka. nu un ciba jau aši kā paziņu loks! (visnotaļ laiku ietaupošāks pasākums) :)
tencinu iepriekš!
tencinu iepriekš!
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phz
date: Nov. 25., 2009 - 05:14 pm
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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.
Robert Frost
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