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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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Friday, January 03, 2003 |
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Assorted Thoughts (10/9/2011 8:52:00 PM)
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However you want to interpret this, it resonates deep within.
I never get tired of reading it.
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Ratnakar Mandlik (9/29/2011 1:38:00 AM)
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Marvellous example of introspective rectitude.
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Sukkum Chang (9/10/2011 1:08:00 AM)
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Tis poem zeals me up to carry on no matter how m down to ta lowest.
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Mohammad Akmal Nazir (7/20/2011 12:34:00 AM)
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'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.
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Niamat Ali Murtazai (6/24/2011 11:21:00 AM)
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The poem is a figurative and metaphorical summary of life. The horseman is every man of the world; the horse stands for the resources of life; the forest is the world where the journey is to take place; the end of the journey is the end of life; the owner of the forest is God who is never completely known to man though man thinks that he is unknown to his God as Eve in Paradise Lost Book 9 expects.Every man is tired but he is to continue his voyage .
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Shreya Sharma (6/11/2011 2:34:00 AM)
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i have been reading this poem so often since i was just 9. this person got me interested in writing and reading poetry. Robert Frost wrote uncomplicated poems on things that people don't even care to notice. He really is the best poet EVER and will remain like that.
The lines 'I have miles to go before i sleep, miles to go before I sleep' send a chill through my spine, everytime i read them...
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Buried Alive (5/5/2011 1:09:00 AM)
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no technical analysis required for this poem.
it revels in simplicity and imagery, enhanced by its somber tone
, , , , , , but if robert frost had lived in the bronx,
the outcome could have been quite different:
Stopping by my Bronx apartment on a snowy evening
........ Whose apartment this is
I think I know, .
She's inside making noise though.
So she will not see me stopping here
next to her door so very near
I give my bat a gentle shake
to make sure there is no mistake,
then slam that door with all my might
for keeping me up every single night!
I stagger down to my apartment below
thinking I'l sleep and forget my woe
and then it comes right through the walls
ROCK N ROLL like cannonballs!
The basement stinks
but its dark and deep,
Perhaps at last I'l get some sleep
and dream of somewhere quiet and nice
while i toss and turn to shake off lice
Tell me! Is this what life is all about!
Is it really time that I moved out!
At least it's certain when I die
It'l be a sound proof coffin in which I lie! ! ! !
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Basant Singh Brar (1/15/2011 5:35:00 AM)
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The first stanza does not have any metaphysical connotation.The owner is not God, but some real human being..He will not see him standing there.
Secondly, the poet does not forbid us to enjoy beauty.After all, aesthetic sense is given onlt to human beings, not animals.He only wants us not to lose sight of our goals.
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Shihabudheen K J (12/6/2010 12:20:00 PM)
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My comment on this great poem is what already made by great reviewers like w.trusdale.its simple and beautiful.it lends an exotic touch of beauty and mesmerising chill one would encounter while passing through a snowy background like kashmir.i wish one day with my beautiful horse i could enjoy the beauty of kashmir woods upon one equinox dark.
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Anna Papadopoulou (11/22/2010 7:49:00 AM)
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Well, i've read and read this poem over and over again. Everytime feels like the first, for it trigers different emotional aspirations; different than those i had experienced when reading it for the very first time as a university pupil.
I've even taken the time to read some of the comments made by other people who have done the same. To me it feels like the darkest night of the year is the route towards the end of one's life.
The beauty that surrounds the man on the horse is the beauty of life that each and every one of us is bound to experience throughout the course of life.
Sleep is traditionally related and even refered to as the 'brother' of death in early romantic poets; in English poetry. This is rather evident here, for the poet mentions he has a long way to travel before he goes to sleep.
The profound imagery of the poem suggests that the beauty without meets the beauty within the man. As part of nature we all might stop and experience such magnificent moments. The falling of rain, the last remaining light in the horizon right before the sunset, to mention but a few.
The fact that the man travels alone is yet another point that supports the desolate trip through life tha each of us embarks on.
Finally, as regards to the 1st half of the last stanza of the poem: 'the woods are lovely.....to keep' i believe is indicative of the ongoing procedures in the course of life. For even in the darkest hours of one's living there is evident need to move on; whatever direction-just the same!
The sense of the evergoing and merciless time that surpasses all that is understandible and humaine.
Just wanted to share these thoughts with you.....should anyone read the comment, please respond. Thank you
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