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

  • Chandan Sarkar (1/14/2017 11:04:00 AM)

    wonderful
    can't help praise of you...great poet..last two lines are immortal. (Report) Reply

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  • K. V. Venkataramana (1/9/2017 1:08:00 AM)

    Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - Poem by Robert Frost
    An all-time inspiring and illuminating poem worth remembering by heart by poets. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (12/30/2016 4:01:00 PM)

    tom allport
    wonderful poem of painting a picture with words. (Report) Reply

  • (12/27/2016 6:36:00 PM)


    since my early boyhood,this poem has been energising me to have the pace of an arrow shot by miles to go before I sleep. (Report) Reply

  • (12/27/2016 4:27:00 PM)

    Stopping by.....
    absolute all-time favorite that caresses the soul. simple and true. why I love snow. (Report) Reply

  • Ravi A (12/23/2016 1:32:00 AM)

    Immortal verses
    Do we reflect on our own life - our promises, our responsibilities and ceaseless work? Yes, we too have miles to go before we took our eternal rest. It is said that the first Prime Minister of India Jawaharlal Nehru, had read this poem hours before he slipped into his eternal sleep! He was such a creative and energetic person, nay a visionary throughout his life. (Report) Reply

  • (12/22/2016 12:29:00 AM)

    Rolling Iinfluence of SBWOASE
    JFK frequently used its end lines to close rallies. A Country Christmas Eve a Bill Grace echo (Report) Reply

  • (12/21/2016 5:33:00 PM)


    i always thought he got a NOBEL
    they made me cry
    when they told me off
    but why less than 5 for this
    poet I get so many 5
    its not perhaps as pure
    (Report) Reply

  • (12/14/2016 7:22:00 PM)


    This poem draws me in with childhood memories of days and evenings spent in snowy woods. The snow deadens all sound leaving only peace and quiet solitude. (Report) Reply

  • (12/8/2016 12:03:00 PM)

    The last two lines of the poem are repeated: And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep,
    The first refers to a specific time - when he will get home and go to sleep. The second is general - when he will die. (Report) Reply

  • Queeny Gona (11/24/2016 11:37:00 PM)


    As a Student read the poem to secure marks but to enjoy the beauty of these lines I come back here many times only to re read each line so realistic in nature! (Report) Reply

  • (11/24/2016 8:10:00 PM)


    (Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost.) **This poem is one of my favorites, and it's good to revisit it after some time. (Report) Reply

  • (11/18/2016 4:36:00 PM)

    Life
    Life is like that and we have to acknowledge the part we play in it is ever moving and connected. We are all attached in one way or another. (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren (11/8/2016 8:29:00 AM)


    Oh man! I'm in deep love with this poem. I'm addicted to this poem. Someone please help me! (Report) Reply

  • Muzahidul Reza (11/3/2016 10:35:00 AM)


    Quite a philosophical piece of literature which inspires to take the right decision in life................. (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren (11/1/2016 10:16:00 AM)


    WHENEVER I read this poem I become spellbound. (Report) Reply

    Patrick Martin (1/8/2017 7:31:00 PM)

    Memorize it, Tapan, and you will always carry it with you.

    Patrick Martin (1/8/2017 7:05:00 PM)

    Memorize it, Tapan, and always carry it with you.

  • (10/25/2016 2:08:00 PM)

    Poem
    love this poem becasue it is so interesting and true (Report) Reply

  • Michael Ryland (9/15/2016 11:21:00 PM)


    Frost was the master of the light-hearted verse with the deep meaning. Here we have a lone rider, a quiet wood, and a somewhat anxious horse. If that were the whole of it, the reader might pull a small smile across his or her lips and turn the page. But Frost won't let us off that easy. The final line, writ once, is the source of the small smile. Writ twice, it is a haunting refrain. Why twice? , our reader asks. Certainly, it adds nothing to the meter of the verse. There is no rhyme scheme to conclude. So, why twice? Much like the neglected road of another work, Frost, I feel, is asking us to not ignore the totality of our lives. Stop, look down each road, enjoy the beauty of a winter wood for a few minutes before carrying on with the hurried pace of modern life. The woods are beautiful, and now I can move on. (Report) Reply

    R Soos R Soos (11/13/2016 9:47:00 PM)

    Michael - I enjoyed reading your analysis. Thanks!

  • (9/8/2016 11:50:00 AM)


    So. So. Not up to the mark. Don't know how it got that much acclaimed. (Report) Reply

    Stephen W (11/21/2016 4:19:00 PM)

    CMr Rao, your English is not good enough to begin to understand Frost's work.

    Craig P (10/16/2016 10:22:00 AM)

    When they are learned they think they are wise...

    Stephen Loomes Stephen Loomes (9/19/2016 10:02:00 PM)

    I agree, a second rate versifier whose only skill was to elevate his mundane thoughts into mockable epics, aand amazingly his lack of skill is celebrated, which I suppose identifies his adepts' depth of thought

  • Rebecca Navarre (9/5/2016 11:20:00 PM)


    Incredible image to go to sleep with! Thanks to Robert Frost! ! ! (Report) Reply



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