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

  • 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

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  • (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

  • (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

  • (8/20/2016 12:35:00 AM)


    My all time favourite poem. (Report) Reply

    Unnikrishnan E S (8/24/2016 11:26:00 AM)

    I believe, of everybody who is fortunate enough to read English.

    Stephen W (8/21/2016 1:03:00 PM)

    Mine too.

  • Augustus Mutebesi Billy (8/10/2016 1:06:00 AM)


    This is the poem that made me philosophical and this is the poet that made me a poet! (Report) Reply

  • Gandalf The Grey (8/9/2016 10:27:00 AM)


    Classic beauty.When mind is tired and body collapse such poems brings back the energy of that horse which has miles to go.......... (Report) Reply

  • (7/25/2016 8:39:00 AM)


    Loved it..miles to go before I sleep.. (Report) Reply

  • (7/17/2016 9:39:00 AM)


    I love the emotion in-between the last two lines. It's like for the whole poem he's daydreaming about the beautiful dark abyss. Then he hears himself say miles to go before I sleep and it wakes him from his stupor. So he gives a big sigh as the soul-crushing depression hits him about his reality before he says the last line. That's the magic of repeating that last line. The mood is so much different between them. (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren (7/17/2016 4:17:00 AM)


    I always love this poem... (Report) Reply

  • (6/30/2016 4:18:00 PM)


    Poems are an excellent way to practice sentence stress (rhythm). (Report) Reply

  • Syed Sarwar Hussain (5/19/2016 1:55:00 AM)


    a poem of hope, despair, love and optimism all mixed up in beautiful images and words as they are in real life. (Report) Reply

  • (5/9/2016 7:19:00 PM)


    I read this as about the desire of the man to disappear into the cold darkness of the woods and sleep forever. He has made promises that require much laborious time to fulfill and he just wants to end it in the forest belonging to a rich man who can afford to own such beauty and yet lives in the city. This darkest night of the year. (Report) Reply

  • Sonali Ganguly (4/3/2016 11:28:00 PM)


    and miles to go before i sleep- - very meaningful lines.....we really have lots of promises to keep before the death bell rings...... (Report) Reply

    Chandan Sarkar Chandan Sarkar (6/21/2016 3:50:00 AM)

    Its perfect..very life related lines

    Chandan Sarkar Chandan Sarkar (6/21/2016 3:48:00 AM)

    Its perfect comment...very life related lines



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