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Robert Frost

(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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  • Megan Cruz (5/24/2012 12:45:00 PM)

    A suicide interrupted. And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep. (Report) Reply

  • Aloke Mukherjee (5/15/2012 11:57:00 AM)

    A very good poem. We can see the master artist, with a few strokes, evoking an eerie atmosphere to fit in the conclusive stanza. (Report) Reply

  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (5/10/2012 3:48:00 AM)

    How many miles have I traveled in the woods,
    Where I collect the memories to upkeep,
    Traveling with a suit case makes me a nomad,
    What God wills for me really shrouds with clouds. (Report) Reply

  • Walterrean Salley (4/29/2012 12:42:00 AM)

    Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening is among my favorites. I memorized it, when much younger. This poem never fails to give me such a warm feeling of nostalgia. I’m very glad that it was written. (Report) Reply

  • Joe Breunig (3/6/2012 11:41:00 AM)

    This is one of my favorite poems written by R.F.; had to memorize the last stanza for an English project in elementary school!

    -Joe Breunig
    Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory (Report) Reply

  • Anu Sipps (2/25/2012 4:04:00 AM)

    i always love this poem i have read it once in my small age and was very much inspired by this written poem so wonderful! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Mohammad Akmal Nazir (7/20/2011 12:34:00 AM)

    'Stopping by woods on a snowy evening' is one of the shortest lyrics of Frost which carries a deep meaning. It can be regarded as one of Frost's most moving, meaningful and artistically superb poem. Apparently, the poem is descriptive. It is dark and cold. The poet stops his sleigh by the lovely, dark woods and lingers in there to watch the snow filling up the wood. He, however realizes that he can't stay there for long because he has miles to go before he sleeps. The important aspect to his journey is that there is no end to it. After one milestone or station of rest or activity another milestone appears and thus even at the time of death, one cannot cover the whole part of this journey. Great poem. (Report) Reply

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