poem: stopping by woods on a snowing 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. 

-robert frost-

{let's all re-read that last stanza aloud. soo melodic. you can't help but be captivated...}

i want: items from paper boat express

i came across paper boat express on the design files, & instantly fell in love.  artist kylie johnson combines simplistically beautiful ceramic pottery with brilliantly captivating poetry.  like i said, i'm in love. 

journals:

 ceramic quote tags:

ceramic vessels:

it reads: "tell me again of afternoon friends, of square things in garden round, of shattered stars that dare not cry... washing teased by yesterday rain... and breaking sunlight by.  and i will draw you of yourself... and paint the ceiling blue... and i will cast this echo back and i... i will love you."

  lovely.

 i also want the poetry books.

i suppose i seem greedy, but i really am obsessed with everything at this shop.

she also has an inspiring blog.  another new obsession.