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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 stop .........
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Hira Ali (8/6/2008 4:50:00 AM)
This poem is lovely.On surface it seems a simple poem but literally it contains a deep meaning.The last two lines 'And miles to go before i sleep' produce feeling of sorrowness and i think this 'sleep' is pointing towards last sleep means death.Woods themself are symbol of darkness and deepness and they are someone's wood, they belong to a particular person and that person is in the village.Does this poem point towards one's burden? or does it point towards one's wish to commit suicide?
Stephen West (7/25/2008 10:16:00 AM)
The rider could, of course, be the balliff, rent man, the rates assessor the repo man for an evil landlord. His motive for stopping could be as dark as the woods.
and then suddenly the promises to keep become a duty performed with alacrity which spells anguish to some poor soul...........
Phillip Willmott (7/15/2008 4:14:00 AM)
I really don't give a tuppenies about what this poem means. I don't want to waste brain power thinking about it. It is just wonderful and i want to read it again and again and just enjoy the words and the pleasure I feel when it is finished and I go back and read it again.
Ivan Cheong (6/17/2008 8:57:00 AM)
actually what is this poem about? there are millions of interpretation?
Buddhi Hatharaliyadda (6/2/2008 2:50:00 AM)
I first eyed this poem on my anthology for G.C.E O/L english literature and since I first read it, it became one of the poems I love most. Though it's in quite simple language the bottomline is much intense. It talks the truth about our lives, that all the comfort we seek is temporary and that we are born to do our utmost to the world. I love the way in which this idea is conveyed by Robert Frost i.e without writing a single word about it he bring the theme through a simple incident. Also though I've never experianced a snowy evening the atmosphere created in the poem conjured visual images inside my mind and I loved it so much. I 'm a buddist and the idea 'about the uncertinity of life and that we should do our best' which is conveyed through the poem made me feel the truth. I 'm glad that I had the chance to enjoy this poem and I pay my gratitude to Robert Frost for this great work.
Tenn Bandit (2/27/2008 12:46:00 PM)
I remember my sixth grade English teacher reading this poem to our class. As she read it, I remember having a calm peaceful feeling and I pictured myself actually being there with the writer observing the same beautiful snow scene. I later had an assignment during my freshman year in high school to memorize and recite a poem in front of my English class. I chose, 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening'. Needless to say, I got an an 'A+'. I can't describe the feeling I get when I read this poem but I can say that it is a pleasnt one and it's the very same feeling every time. The same feeling that I had the very first time that I heard it back in 1975. Thank you to My sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Guthrie for introducing me to this wonderful poem and to Robert Frost who is one of my favorite poets.
Nomi Mas (2/11/2008 10:56:00 AM)
deep and each of the last two lines have a meaning of their own. sublime
Charles Wiles (12/8/2007 5:40:00 PM)
This poem and The Road Not Taken, were my two favorite poems at high school. Frost's incredible talent was to transport you into the world of the poem yourself... and I have sat and watched the snow falling from that horse many times. My poem 'Flakes Of Snow' is my best attempt to capture the essence of winter and I hope you enjoy it too.
Omkar Raut (12/4/2007 1:19:00 AM)
Hello Readers,
I have gone through all the comments but one and unique one is that, this poem shows a great deal of enthusism in motivating all the people in knowing their responsibility. As in the sense he is telling that he has earn a lot of wealth and then now he is giving it to the neeedy ones, as it was given to him by some one, now he wants to return to the society wat he got from the society and expects other to do so before they sleep.(Die)
Corinna Hornsby-walsh (7/15/2007 5:37:00 PM)
I love the way the first three lines use everyday, almost colloquial language, which is then contrasted by the beautiful and romantic language in the fourth line (which, to me, represents the contrast between escapism and reality) . It's true that the best poets can write in such a subtle way that you can interpret their poems in whichever way you choose.
 

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