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

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
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  • Steven * (12/30/2009 4:24:00 AM)

    Temptation.
    Dark temptation. The kind that makes the mind wonder,
    'what if I just reach out and grab.., that whirling blade of sharpened teeth;
    what if I take that lofty leap; or wade in blindly to the briney deep.

    The woods are empty, dark and deep-not a soul arround
    to record my creep-into the mist without a sound.

    The promisises that I have to keep
    are what bind me to this life so cheap
    and what stay my hand, my step, my plunge;
    postpone.., for now, my ride alone
    into the cold
    and loney peace
    that calls to me from that empty reach.

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  • Tim Basey (12/29/2009 5:06:00 AM)

    This poem had always been an inspiration for my son who attends Indiana University. He made a short video he adapted for youtube. If you go to that site and search for klbasey you can find his short for the Robert Frost poem 'Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening'. It is how it was meant to be read. Dark yet inspirational. As a father I was impressed.

  • Steven * (12/28/2009 4:44:00 PM)

    No one knows
    what another man thinks
    or what he means by what he says.
    ...unless he is here to tell you.

    Often though, even when he is
    he cannot himself
    remember clear
    the meaning of the mood
    that chose his words or
    drove his pen
    to create the thing that moves you.

    The poet seeks
    to convey a thing
    a thought, a mood, a glint of light
    that elludes the telling, clear and plain
    in a way that stirs
    the readers mind
    to think a thing
    and know a thought;
    to feel a mood, and see a sight.

    what this poem is about is as different in my heart and yours
    as are the divergent paths trodden-by you and me-in the getting here and in the going there.....

    Respectfully,
    Steven

  • Rufus Foshee (12/20/2009 7:32:00 PM)

    My professor taught us the meaning of this poem... it's about art (imagination) and reality... Sheila Marie Anunciacion

    How could any art be about anything other?

    rufus foshee

  • Sujit Sinha (11/22/2009 7:15:00 AM)

    Adding to Shiela - the fact that the horse finds it queer and thinks that his master is in a mistake by stopping, acts as a good pointer to the poet's troubled state of mind. The poet also seems relieved that the owner will not see him stop. It is a sad poem but inspirational too.

  • Shiela Marie Anunciacion (11/9/2009 1:02:00 PM)

    We've studied this poem in our World Literature course...

    First, i took the whole poem literally; however, after re-reading it again for at least three times, i saw his meaning. and it is quite beautiful.

    My professor taught us the meaning of this poem... it's about art (imagination) and reality...

    in my own conclusion, it means that even though art can set us free from the harsh reality of life... we still have to come back and realize that we are still living and though reality hurts we must face if even if we have to travel miles to reach our goal...

    ^_^ it's a little deep for a poem that looks, at first glance, made for children rhymes...
    and I didn't mean it as a criticism, it is meant as a compliment because it could express this much using simple words and imagism... ^_^

  • Jimmy Wrangler (9/26/2009 8:22:00 AM)

    It is because of work like this that people are still reading Robert Frost today. Excellent piece of work. We should all be able to do so much with so little.

  • Aarshi Jais (9/7/2009 12:58:00 AM)

    this is my favourite poem that i learnt during my school days. i have been searching for it from many days n now i got it. thanks. I LUV IT........

  • Seema Joglekar (8/17/2009 2:00:00 AM)

    The poor man did'nt
    reach his destination
    of that much
    I am sure,
    and so did the poet.

  • Annabel Sheila (8/13/2009 1:55:00 PM)

    This is my favourite Robert Frost poem! I memorized it the first time I heard it...it's been with me for twenty years or more. The lyrical flow is beautiful as is the imagery.

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