stopping by woods on a snowy evening

• m = meadow
  a = anthony jr.
  
  m : cold? endless white? endless nothing?
  a : i don't know.
  m : death.
  a : i thought black was death.
  m : miles to go before he sleeps.
  a : so he must be far from his house
  m: the sleep of death. he's talking about his own death...
  ...which yet to come, but will come.
  a: that's fucked up. i thought black was death.
  m: white too.
  
  (bkz: the sopranos)