Friday, August 23, 2013

Paola Fantasma Lovisolo 50x50cm



My dear friend Paola Polvere who is lovely dark and deep like the woods... [A.R.]


Inspired from a photograph

by Paola Polvere of herself.









Robert Frost – Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening


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.