For me the the most wonderful part of learning English has always been the delightful journey I have taken through the English and American literatures. Poets, in my view, have written the best books for learning any new language. The following poem is from the great American poet Rober Frost. Do we have to know a lot of English to immerse our hearts in the immense beauty of the following poem and learn from it?
Judge for yourself:
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.
