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This long, narrow road, which becomes iced over in winter,
winds through the heart of the forest. Few pass this way, as the
road crosses no other villages or habitations until practically
S. Giovanni in Fiore, many kilometers away. It is a truly enchanted
passage; the complete serenity of the pines all but compels one
to pause. One is strongly reminded of the poem "Stopping
By Woods On A Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost:
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.
The poet could have been describing Calabria's Sila just
as easily as his Vermont, USA.
After visiting the Abbazia Florense of S. Giovanni in Fiore,
one could return to Camigliatello or Cosenza by going west on
the N. 107, or Crotone by following the same road in the opposite
direction.
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