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
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.


Comments about Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

  • Rookie - 351 Points Ovi-enita Odiete (5/24/2015 8:34:00 AM)

    this is a unique poem on its own. very beautiful and I think I can relate it well to children. (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 3,102 Points Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (5/23/2015 5:35:00 PM)

    Priority and perseverence are powerfully expressed here! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Emily Copes (5/21/2015 2:05:00 PM)

    He is soooo just talking about Father Christmas. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 11 Points Allan Robertson (5/17/2015 9:39:00 PM)

    I think this poem is about...contentment! Or, more accurately, choosing contentment.
    He has paused between what I believe must be Christmas-time visits ('darkest evening of the year') to take in the serenity of the winter night. Others might see the solo winter night journey and the woods as menacing and dangerous, but he is unafraid. He trusts his little horse and sleigh will deliver him safely to his next stop.
    Yes, he has obligations to fulfill before he can rest, but I feel he knows they are happy ones.
    (Having been alone in the woods in winter, at night, I can vouch for the peacefulness that can flood over you. If you have made all necessary preparations to be warm and safe, of course! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 969 Points Naida Nepascua Supnet (5/17/2015 6:28:00 AM)

    Frost's poem will always show options, decisions, and the reader will be left to ponder. Always a delight reading a FROST. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 22 Points Michael Ryland (4/20/2015 4:18:00 PM)

    I have often thought this poem deals with death. The poet stops and takes in the peaceful beauty and serenity of the snowy woods. He considers his options as the horse arouses him from his reverie. As is so often the case in Frost's poetry, a decision must be made. His choice here is to return to his life of promises, obligations that must be fulfilled before he can sleep.

    This is a personal interpretation. That is the true beauty of great poetry, though. One can experience many things that are his alone. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 382 Points Ravi A (4/19/2015 9:31:00 AM)

    The last four lines really tell the poem. These are meant for anybody and everybody. Yes, we have promises in our life and so many miles to cross before our final rest in life. A great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 382 Points Ravi A (4/19/2015 9:28:00 AM)

    The last four lines are the real hub of the poem. These lines are meant for anybody and everybody. Yes, we have promises in our life and miles and miles to go in our life before our final rest. A great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 97 Points Ducky Duck (3/5/2015 10:57:00 AM)

    I have read this numerous times and heard many people perform this piece.
    Really love it.: D (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 97 Points Ducky Duck (3/5/2015 10:57:00 AM)

    I have read this numerous times and heard many people perform this piece.
    Really love it.: D (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 2 Points Aysegul Avcu (2/25/2015 9:41:00 AM)

    Great (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Hallie Gee (2/24/2015 11:25:00 AM)

    I first read this poem in Love that Dog, and I fell in love with it. I have loved it ever since. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,028 Points Panmelys Leschevin D' Ere (1/31/2015 1:15:00 PM)

    Lovely poem full of possible meanings, but such beauty of words, rhythm, ryme and emotion, don't need long explanations, which might not be at all what the poet meant to convey. Though it is possible behind the loneliness and perhaps cross-roads of his life, with all it's little disturbances, that he's loathe to leave this beauty to fulfil promises, ? ? ? (imagination soars,) a marriage, work he doesn't like, whatever? it is precisely the mystery that intriques and is what all great poetry is about.....I love this poet. Panmelys (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 29,119 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/28/2015 9:09:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem on snow and it is really amazing. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 696 Points Ahmad Husain (1/5/2015 12:35:00 AM)

    Simply great poem by a great poet! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Iren Moen (1/3/2015 8:05:00 AM)

    I simply love it. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,341 Points Dr. A.celestine Raj Manohar Md (1/3/2015 4:24:00 AM)

    the structure is good and unique but the conclusion simply awesome and great. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 29,119 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (1/2/2015 8:41:00 AM)

    I reads this poem in second time and still makes me happy and entertained on account of its beauty. (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 7,657 Points Eric Ericson (11/12/2014 4:34:00 AM)

    I like the way the rhymes go,1121 2232 3342 4444 while the repetition of the last line stops the meter. very nice. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 29,119 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (10/27/2014 12:57:00 AM)

    A great poem is here. By the great poet. The beauty of life and life journey, difficulties to pass the journey between the woods and frozen lake wonderfully made the poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, August 18, 2014


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