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

What a wonderful poem!

Duty rather than Death; yes I think possibly so. Although I think it can be taken entirely literally, as well. I had to memorize this poem in elementary school, and still remembered two-thirds of it at age 58! I think of it when walking my dogs through woods close to home during the Winter. It leaves me with a peaceful state of mind.

Duty, yes; I think so, too. I had to memorize this poem when I was in elementary school, and I still remembered two-thirds of it at age 58! I think of it when walking my dogs through woods close to home during the Winter. It leaves me with a peaceful state of mind.

Very beautiful. I love the simplicity of Frost, his lack of pretentious language.
Not sure this poem is about Death, as some think. It seems to me to be about Duty.

An uncanny feeling took over me as i imagined myself walking in the wood on a snowy evening. Frost's picturesque is awesome.

great, simple, simply great.

wow!
Every time when I read these lines, a new idea of life strikes my mind. How beautifully Frost depicted a great lesson in these simple words!

First read it in Grade 8. Its such a easy read, simple & yet so enchanting. Great poets make it look easy. Brings the whole picture to one's mind. Whether its about death or NOT...that is debatable!

Oh, I nearly forgot. I was reading this mermaid book called Lies Beneath and found a poem inside it. I wanted to see if there was a longer version of it, but I can't because it was written anonomously. Can someone help me find it? It goes like this:

Mother, may I go out to swim?
Yes, my darling daughter.
Fold your clothes up neat and trim.
But don't go near the water.

At first I laughed at it, because it was impossible to swim without water, but then I realized; Mermaid book! Duh! And I think it may be a warning from the mother to the daughter that danger, such as mermaids, lives in the water, so you shouldn't go near it. What do you guys think?

I really don't like how some poems talk about Death like that, but this is a beautiful peom. Or maybe that's just me being depressed about something. Well, I couldn't get a deeper meaning besides the one below, so that's the one I'm sticking with. If you come up with anything else that makes sense, tell me so I can check it out.