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Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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.
Robert Frost
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Akanksha Wadhavkar
(2/1/2010 9:05:00 AM) |
I like poems made by Robert Frost a lot.There is some kind of emotion hidden behind every poem created by him.He was really a precious poet in the world.
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Gracie Rossi
(1/6/2010 2:43:00 PM) |
The wood, to me, represents that sacred silence and peace harboured in your soul that is untainted by life and reality. The place where you long to take heed, indulge and wonder but proves too achingly difficult because the duties of life soon jolts your horse! There is no way one could remain forever in the depth and loveliness the wood provides because simply, life is too cruel. However poetry, music and art stand to remind you that the wood does exist, and is available for you when you allow yourself a respite from harsh reality...and perhaps that is enough :) thank you Mr Frost.
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Steven *
(12/30/2009 10:16:00 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 briny sea.
The woods are empty, dark and deep—not a soul around
to record my creep—Into the mist without a sound…
The promises that I have to keep
are what bind me to this life so cheap
what stay my hand, my step, my plunge;
postpone.., for now, my ride alone
into the cold and lonely peace
that calls to me, from that deathly 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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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... ^_^
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Madison Oden
(10/27/2009 1:37:00 PM) |
Look to Adolf and Jake. It is obvious you don't respect literature. It is also obvious that you are illiterate. If you were wondering, Gay means happy. ^-^ so you basically called this piece happy shit. That is very retarded. I hope you feel like an idiot now.
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