From Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.”
By Ben Wahhh at Deluxe Tattoo in Chicago. I just gave him the text of the poem and asked for something that evoked the scene of the poem and incorporated the last line. I love what he came up with.
The Full Poem:
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’s been 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.
This is my Nancy Drew tattoo from The Crooked Banister.
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine
The Outsiders has always been a big part of my life, so about a year ago I got this tattoo to commemorate my favorite book.
"I wake to sleep and take my waking slow
I learn by going where I have to go.”
-Theodore Roethke’s The Waking
"I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words; I scatter them in time and space, a message to lead myself here.” - Rose Tyler
Walt Whitman tattoo from “Crossing Brooklyn Ferry”
"Curious what is more subtle than this which ties me
to the woman or man that looks in my face,
Which fuses me into you now, and pours my meaning
That there are such devices as firearms, as easy to operate as cigarette lighters and as cheap as toasters, capable at anybody’s whim of killing Father or Fats or Abraham Lincoln or John Lennon or Martin Luther King, Jr., or a woman pushing a baby carriage, should be proof enough for anybody that being alive is a crock of shit.
From Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carrol
This is my daughter’s quote tattoo from The Hobbit. Seems perfect for the foot.
Shakespeare A Midsummer Night’s Dream
She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape
Inspired by Douglas Adams’s Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
from “Tuft Of Flowers” by Robert Frost.
the quote has a deep meaning to me, but i don’t want to ruin the poem for you if you don’t like my interpretation of it.