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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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  • Chuck Audette (2/9/2009 9:47:00 AM)

    If I may be so bold as to suggest to the Frost reader my dark satire version:

    Stopping In The Woods On A Snowy Evening (or, The Road I Should Not Have Taken)
    by Charles Audette
    Any comments or suggestions are greatly appreciated. Thanks!

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  • Denvor Fernandez (2/5/2009 2:05:00 AM)

    Starts with delight and ends in wisdom.
    A classic poem.

  • Elly Chac (1/25/2009 4:06:00 PM)

    I have been a poetry afficionado all my life, but Robert Frost's poems have always struck a chord with me, especially this one. Every winter, I ride past the woods near my house and just sit there and think of this, even though I know it's meaning is much deeper. I want it read at my funeral.

  • Shafaath Mohamed (1/10/2009 8:06:00 AM)

    The Poem which inspired me to read poems. I remember of my good old school days when I read this. I can never forget the last stanza

    '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. '

    Thats simply amazing.....

  • Palas Kumar Ray (12/19/2008 2:31:00 AM)


    '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. '
    Since my school days these lines have repeatedly lingered in my mind reminding me of my obligations to be fulfilled.This poem has been there in my all time favourites.


  • Elbert Matt Loubser (12/18/2008 5:47:00 AM)

    Life would be wonderous if we could take our time with the finer things in life. Brilliant poem sir Frost

  • Sid John Gardner. (12/5/2008 1:08:00 PM)

    I know exactly how he feels..To take time to stop and listen to silence.I have experienced true silence and its beauty.I once spent a night in a moonlit forest The light illuminated ice hanging from spruce and pine.Above the canopy of the forest a HUGE expance of velvet black space, sparkling with stars as diamonds.
    Just missed having my love with me at the time so I could share the experience.Perhaps one day anoher will join me..

  • Robert Jefferies (11/23/2008 8:32:00 AM)

    This beautiful poem is as simple in its message as it is in its verse: the narrator loves the beauty of the quiet, snowy evening and would like to remain there longer...just as we wish to dwell forever on whatever provides us with beauty. But he has responsibilities, committments to fullfill in order to provide for himself (and family) before he can sleep. Sometimes beauty must wait.

  • Lisa Burk (11/20/2008 11:41:00 PM)

    An amazing poem this is. Definitely one of my favorites! But like everyone else has taken notice of, it is deeper than just a man looking at trees. I believe that the use of winter, woods, darkness, cold, and sleep all mean death. In this poem he is out alone at night, save for his horse.(keep in mind that people who are contemplating death often consider themselves alone.) He refers to the woods as lovely, dark, deep and he wants to stay. But something interuppted the draw of the lovely, dark and deep woods. The surface words are his horse's harness bells. But whatever it was that caught his attention, reminded him of the promises he had to keep, and knowing that he had miles to go before he could sleep/die. Death can have a strong draw on anyone who is lonely, empty, 'tired'. And here I think death was calling to him, but he knew that he had promises, responsibilites to fulfill before his road ends, or rather before he may sleep.

  • Lu Wenchao (11/4/2008 9:50:00 PM)

    I like this poem very much.In my view, the poet express a very special feeling of life.He walks in the woods, which may signify that he pursues his dream.During this process, he suddenly finds the beauty of the wood itself.He just stopped.But as a result of the dream he must realize, he could not stay there to enjoy the beauty and the stillness longerm, he must contuine his journey.With the deep love for the beauty he meets and the deep love for his dream, he moves on.And in the end, the sleep may symbol the eternal death, In this case, the poem imply to us that to live is to pursue, and sometimes with the love for beauty in our heart.

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