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

  • 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

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  • Rookie - 201 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 - 201 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

  • Freshman - 864 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 - 26,918 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 - 4,027 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 - 26,918 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 - 26,918 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

  • Rookie - 4 Points Joyce Swait (10/24/2014 6:41:00 AM)

    This is a young man setting off on life's journey and coming to terms with the loneliness and isolation, which he is now realising is a part of the course he has chosen. He boosts his morale by reminding himself of his acquaintance with the owner of the woods and rationalises this by pretending to himself that the owner would be interested or concerned about him travelling through the woods, when really he knows it is no big deal for the owner. Still feeling his loneliness, he anthropomorphises the horse, attributing to the animal human thoughts. Perhaps the young man does not really believe that the horse thinks in such terms, but in making it near-human, he feels less alone and tries to cheer himself. The normal twitch of a horse, tossing its head, was not done to send a message in the bells - it is just what horses do when they are standing around. But this is a bleak time in the young man's life. The cold and snow fit his mood - he has reached the darkest time he has known in his life. But he is on a journey. Promises were made - maybe only to himself - it does not matter - he is realising for the first time that his chosen life is not going to be easy - he is travelling 'the road less travelled by' and feels that his life will cover a long, long distance before his final sleep. It is about self-deception, discovery of our true self, and finally, acceptance that life is not all sunshine and roses. Frost's genius is to put so much intense emotion into such apparently simple, everyday language. The rhythm and pace of the words leave you holding your breath. His descriptions succinctly form a full picture in our minds. Frost leaves it up to the reader to interpret himself. (Report) Reply

    Gold Star - 26,918 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (10/27/2014 12:59:00 AM)

    A useful writing to understand the poem and thanks.

  • Bronze Star - 2,970 Points John Richter (10/20/2014 1:08:00 PM)

    Classic Frost! A moment's rest to witness a sight of beauty - and then fill the page with the solemnness and solitude that he endured while enjoying it. I see snow flakes pass by and a hear the faintest bell ring every time I read this poem.... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 94 Points Stephen Loomes (10/4/2014 8:48:00 PM)

    the farmer looking out his door, says it's only Frost the jerk next door, he's having one of his moments there, writing doggerel without a care, for his poor horse out in the snow, and he'll be a while, his thoughts are slow, and his noble steed, like me, must wait upon his musing, never a thought for those he's abusing. It is as if an ass is on a horse, what a spectacle in the snow, as the horse and the farmer wait, for the old bore to go. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,111 Points Oduro Bright Amoh (9/20/2014 7:50:00 AM)

    This poem has always been my favourite since infancy. It is one of those that inspired me to write (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,379 Points Sagnik Chakraborty (9/10/2014 10:58:00 AM)

    The eternal question of, and answer to, the love of beauty vs. the call of duty. Undoubtedly one of my most favourite poems in English, or any other language. (Report) Reply










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