Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - Poem 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
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Comments about Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

  • Rookie - 0 Points Brittany Howard (11/15/2015 2:52:00 PM)

    I love that this poem can be interpreted in many ways. I read that the poem is exactly what it says it is, just a man stopping by the woods and admiring it. But I like to see other people's interpretations. Before I knew what the poem actually meant, I thought this poem was indeed about death and how inevitable it is. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 23 Points Keira Charles (11/5/2015 9:26:00 AM)

    Has anyone here heard Frostiana, by Randall Thompson? It's seven Frost poems (The Road Not Taken, The Pasture, Come In, The Telephone, Girl's Garden, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, and Choose Something Like A Star) with music for a SATB choir.My choir got to sing it at a concert last year and Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening gave me chills all over. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 23 Points Poetic Passion (11/1/2015 7:44:00 AM)

    love the last lines
    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 [3 (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,466 Points Bakuli Bhakali (10/28/2015 4:14:00 AM)

    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

    one of my favorite.......... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 231 Points Vivek Mishra (10/27/2015 11:56:00 AM)

    frosty that, mate ;) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Goodnews Eruemuare (10/24/2015 1:41:00 PM)

    Miles to go before i lay my head to rest. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Todd Victor Leone (10/16/2015 2:51:00 PM)

    For me, this iconic poem by Robert Frost has a darker and deeper meaning than the superficial and obvious one. He writes about stopping his horsedrawn vehicle, perhaps a sleigh, by a lovely wood that isn't near any house, not even that of the owner of the land, to watch the woods fill with snow on the darkest evening of the year, perhaps the winter solstice when the night is longest and daytime at its shortest. His horse, the author says, must be puzzled that they're stopping there, so far from shelter. I think the most profound statement is that that the author is tempted to remain there, because the woods are lovely in their depth and darkness, as they fill up with white, pristine snow. But to remain there would be to die - he could not survive the cold for any length of time - and yet he is tempted. Frost was 48 or so when he wrote this poem in 1922, not terribly old. Yet I think the notion of not facing life's daily burdens was something he'd thought about - most people have thought about that from time to time. But, upon reflection, no, he had to move on and get back to shelter and deal with life's exigencies and he knew it wasn't yet his time. As he wrote, he had promises to keep, meaning there were things he knew he needed to do still, and if any phrase has a double meaning for me, it's And miles to go before I sleep, which he states twice. There were miles to go to get home that night, to the warmth and safety of his dwelling, but what he means in a larger sense is It's not yet my time to die - I have a long way to go before that happens. And so he did. He lived to be 88 and died close to 40 years after he wrote this evocative poem. (Report) Reply

    Gold Star - 36,460 Points * Sunprincess * (10/23/2015 7:58:00 PM)

    .......wonderful comment, and I agree ★

  • Freshman - 979 Points Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh (9/25/2015 9:40:00 AM)

    a great poem I always like it (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 129 Points Donward Bughaw (9/22/2015 6:13:00 PM)

    I love this poem as well as the writer...Robert Frost was my favourite poet.... (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 978 Points Anish Debnath (9/14/2015 1:33:00 PM)

    He stops By the sight of woods covered with snow
    & is amazed watching with a face full of glow
    but he is travelling far to death
    which he has to know.

    So, reluctant, leaving so many things to find
    pretending someone is in the wood's behind
    he continues to travel as started
    & is talking to his self soothing his mind. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 45,206 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (9/5/2015 10:12:00 AM)

    A great Robert frost poem ever relevant in world. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,641 Points Thomas Case (9/4/2015 10:22:00 PM)

    beautiful poem. I think Frost uses the woods as a metaphor for death....but he isn't ready, even though it's lovely.....he has miles to go....glorious poem (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 45,206 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (8/24/2015 9:39:00 AM)

    Great poet's beautiful imagination and so meaningful. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,314 Points T Rajan Evol (8/14/2015 12:38:00 PM)

    Excellent imagery, excellent poem to read.... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 36,460 Points * Sunprincess * (8/12/2015 4:04:00 PM)

    ......beautiful poem...I love the flow, the quiet atmosphere, and gently falling snow...a most excellent write ★ (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,988 Points Bharati Nayak (8/11/2015 9:05:00 PM)

    So enthralled by the serenity and calmness of the nature in that hour, the poet wishes to sleep there for ever, but he is reminded by his worldly duties. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 638 Points Alpeshkumar Natubhai Makwana (8/6/2015 6:20:00 AM)

    Whenever i am enchanted by young beauties; the last stanza pulls me back. i have promises to keep.for duty is more important than beauty. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Andy Alfred (8/2/2015 2:32:00 PM)

    indeed a great piece. I enjoy reading it (Report) Reply

  • Rookie michael kassah (7/25/2015 12:50:00 AM)

    This is a very nice piece connecting our lively decisions (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Michael Furey (7/20/2015 3:51:00 PM)

    I don't understand why so many people wish to deconstruct a poem, looking for deeper meaning than maybe the poet intended. An Irish poetaster, who I won't name, wrote a short piece about the teaching profession telling students to take a favourite poem and take it to pieces. You know the sort of thing: 'What is the poet trying to say when he writes 'xxxx yyy? Why not just take a poem for what its worth to yourself? I might find something different from anyone else in any poem. And does it matter in the long run? My mother used to say, 'It doesn't matter what you put into a song, it's what it brings out from you that's more important. (Report) Reply

    Freshman - 943 Points Stephen W (7/22/2015 6:29:00 PM)

    Eh... Frost's poems are really deep. That having been said, some people do try to interpret them in a fanciful way, when I think that the literal interpretation is generally true, but not the only meaning.

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