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 Jai Brown (4/30/2014 11:22:00 AM)

    no snow where i am. wish it did. got to love florida (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Joseph Sanchez (4/28/2014 12:46:00 PM)

    i wish it was snowing. then again, when it snows, i wish its warm (Report) Reply

    Freshman - 1,154 Points Richard Provencher (8/26/2014 9:40:00 AM)

    Joseph, here in Nova Scotia we get our share of snow. A few years ago a storm landed about three feet on our community. My wife did not accompany me when I tented out in the winter, which is great fun.

  • Gold Star - 14,840 Points * Sunprincess * (4/27/2014 12:10:00 AM)

    ...........truly one of the best poems ever written....and with a touch of mystery which leaves me wondering what those promises to keep are....loved reading this poem... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,841 Points Herbert Guitang (4/25/2014 7:16:00 AM)

    Vivid and valuable poem. Masterpiece (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 18 Points Crystal Star (4/1/2014 4:50:00 AM)

    By far, this is one poem I feel so attached to. The last lines I came across first in a childhood book I read about Nehru and then I read the whole poem to love it more. Then I was obsessed with Robert Frost poetry. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 117 Points Biplab Singha (3/26/2014 9:34:00 AM)

    Really how you have drawn the picture of the nature, little horse and of your life. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Kepa Gadu (3/25/2014 4:27:00 PM)

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  • Rookie - 1 Points Patrick Dennis (2/8/2014 12:30:00 AM)

    I have often looked out on a mountain range where the foothills fold on fold ascend; and I have imagined the unique magic of each hidden valley. The repetition of the last two lines reminds me of that. As any young child will testify, there is beauty in repetition - and each repetition is somehow unique.

    The poem as a whole to me resonates with the transfiguration story ((Mark 9: 2-6) .Behold it is good for us to be here - - - but he knew not what he said. The journey is far from over. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 112 Points Priyanka Bhandarkar (1/18/2014 1:43:00 AM)

    to the lovely woods would I grow
    a billion times lovelier. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie J. Scouler (1/14/2014 9:10:00 PM)

    To me, it seems he is talking about ones darkest hour? When our heart breaks, really breaks, death may seem like the answer. Death can seem like beautiul dark peace. As we contemplate this dark peace, it does however, occur to us that there is still much unfinished business, promises to keep, hearts we may break if we CHOOSE to sleep. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Doruk Kaynak (1/6/2014 2:16:00 PM)

    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.
    Why shan't an individual reach the conforting state of sleep, the endless sleep which is death?
    Why do we feel like we are bound to life and we owe to existance?
    Is it because we are meant to be something more something greater?
    can we truly weave destiny?
    or are these just an illusion and our bond to life is embossed on the fabric of our creation?

    Frost is the master of hiding deep meanings in his poems and he raises a lot of questions in me. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Billy Joel (1/6/2014 9:17:00 AM)

    this poem is the shit Already Reported Reply

  • Freshman - 517 Points Stephen W (12/31/2013 1:53:00 PM)

    I think people would find Frost's poetry easier to understand if they read the biography of him provided on this site, which provides valuable context. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Thomas Harris (12/21/2013 1:19:00 PM)

    I read a critic years ago who thought that the man in the poem was a country physician on his last rounds of the day, torn between resting and the need to finish the chores of the day. That makes sense in terms of literality; the rest is quite resonant on any number of themes. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 517 Points Stephen W (12/20/2013 4:49:00 PM)

    Some people look too much for metaphor in Frost's work, in my opinion. I'm quite confident he saw the scene he describes. What he did was to see the meaning in the world around him. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Grey Lady (11/23/2013 7:48:00 AM)

    In my opinion, Frost is talking about the lure of death as an escape from a hard or perhaps tedious life. It is the knowledge that there will come a time when there will be peace and rest in the future once he has finished his earthly obligations. He does not complicate the vision with any religious overtones, which I appreciate since it makes his statement more universal. Perhaps the posted responses to this poem validate my observation. Death comes to us all. Whether you fear it, ignore it, welcome it or have some other perspective, it still comes to us all. I think Frost proposes a very mature attitude toward it. He accepts it. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Khushboo M (11/16/2013 7:12:00 AM)

    hi! new to this forum..but it's definitely grt to read so many interpretations all under one roof! i would like to commend Alexandre Gonzaga from Brazil on his view! Elaborating the view, the poet is talking about death as the end of everything as against the endless chores of life..
    in the first stanza the woods filled up with snow are now useless..wet wood can't be burnt (and same goes with the frozen lake..it's movement and life inside it brought to a standstill) . Just as the snow, Death befalls a body n makes it useless. and the keeper of the woods doesn't even get to know and when he would he won't be able to do anything!
    The *Horse* is the Time..our constant reminder that we have to move on no matter what and its ^harness bell^ is an alarm to the poet; and farmhouse is the workstation.
    *woods are lovely, dark and deep*..holding a dark secret
    and finally *and miles to go before i sleep* gives away Frost's positive ending n the motto of life that we shudn't stop as thr's a lot to do before we stop for death.. a lot to live before we rest forever! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Poems 7137 (11/9/2013 9:17:00 AM)

    The very status-quo of the ongoing times...
    Suddenly, from his usual chores of life, he stops to watch the very beauty that exists around him and at the same time realizes that even the owner of this mesmerizing place(lovely, dark and deep woods; filling up with snow) would not be noticing the same existence all around his land and so is sure to be absent at yet another enchating time of this day-. He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.; as he's too stuck with the outward chores; neither does the poet's horse(helper in his routine work) comprehends the reason behind his master's spontaneous behavior as he's been too dragged into the world of boundations from a world of freedom..

    And now that the poet is living and savoring this beautiful moment of existence; he's but again pulled back by his rational being; however now after seeing what it is to live; he can see how tedious and cripplingly long his world was and is going to be- And miles to go; before I sleep.: (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Noel Keating (10/25/2013 2:43:00 PM)

    The Pace of life summed up in a nutshell......... Brilliant! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Chris Coloracci (10/23/2013 2:58:00 PM)

    In college my Professor made a good case for this poem to be about Santa Claus. Think about it. (Report) Reply










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