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Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

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 stopping here
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  • Stephen W (12/31/2013 1:53:00 PM)

    I think people would find Frost's poetry easier to understand if they read the biography of him provided on this site, which provides valuable context. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Harris (12/21/2013 1:19:00 PM)

    I read a critic years ago who thought that the man in the poem was a country physician on his last rounds of the day, torn between resting and the need to finish the chores of the day. That makes sense in terms of literality; the rest is quite resonant on any number of themes. (Report) Reply

  • Stephen W (12/20/2013 4:49:00 PM)

    Some people look too much for metaphor in Frost's work, in my opinion. I'm quite confident he saw the scene he describes. What he did was to see the meaning in the world around him. (Report) Reply

  • Grey Lady (11/23/2013 7:48:00 AM)

    In my opinion, Frost is talking about the lure of death as an escape from a hard or perhaps tedious life. It is the knowledge that there will come a time when there will be peace and rest in the future once he has finished his earthly obligations. He does not complicate the vision with any religious overtones, which I appreciate since it makes his statement more universal. Perhaps the posted responses to this poem validate my observation. Death comes to us all. Whether you fear it, ignore it, welcome it or have some other perspective, it still comes to us all. I think Frost proposes a very mature attitude toward it. He accepts it. (Report) Reply

  • Khushboo M (11/16/2013 7:12:00 AM)

    hi! new to this forum..but it's definitely grt to read so many interpretations all under one roof! i would like to commend Alexandre Gonzaga from Brazil on his view! Elaborating the view, the poet is talking about death as the end of everything as against the endless chores of life..
    in the first stanza the woods filled up with snow are now useless..wet wood can't be burnt (and same goes with the frozen lake..it's movement and life inside it brought to a standstill) . Just as the snow, Death befalls a body n makes it useless. and the keeper of the woods doesn't even get to know and when he would he won't be able to do anything!
    The *Horse* is the Time..our constant reminder that we have to move on no matter what and its ^harness bell^ is an alarm to the poet; and farmhouse is the workstation.
    *woods are lovely, dark and deep*..holding a dark secret
    and finally *and miles to go before i sleep* gives away Frost's positive ending n the motto of life that we shudn't stop as thr's a lot to do before we stop for death.. a lot to live before we rest forever! (Report) Reply

  • Poems 7137 (11/9/2013 9:17:00 AM)

    The very status-quo of the ongoing times...
    Suddenly, from his usual chores of life, he stops to watch the very beauty that exists around him and at the same time realizes that even the owner of this mesmerizing place(lovely, dark and deep woods; filling up with snow) would not be noticing the same existence all around his land and so is sure to be absent at yet another enchating time of this day-. He will not see me stopping here
    To watch his woods fill up with snow.; as he's too stuck with the outward chores; neither does the poet's horse(helper in his routine work) comprehends the reason behind his master's spontaneous behavior as he's been too dragged into the world of boundations from a world of freedom..

    And now that the poet is living and savoring this beautiful moment of existence; he's but again pulled back by his rational being; however now after seeing what it is to live; he can see how tedious and cripplingly long his world was and is going to be- And miles to go; before I sleep.: (Report) Reply

  • Chris Coloracci (10/23/2013 2:58:00 PM)

    In college my Professor made a good case for this poem to be about Santa Claus. Think about it. (Report) Reply

  • Srijan Sinha (10/15/2013 6:26:00 AM)

    This poem is about longing. A man's desire to LIVE his life instead of just surviving. He wants to stop moving with the crowd and stay still for a second but understands that he can't. This realisation would have been difficult to bear. My heart sank to my knees when i thought about the man who must go on and on and keep doing what others want him to, but, for their happiness. He lives for them and he works for them and he's satisfied in that (that rarely anyone is in) . He has one life (probably) and he dedicated it to others. I believe he found he contentment in others' joy.
    If you don't, stop running errands and stand out.
    Value your life and live a good one. (Report) Reply

  • Stephen Loomes (10/10/2013 6:25:00 PM)

    Yes, says Dobbin, his language clear,
    This poltroon on my back is more than a little queer
    It's ok for him, notebook in hand to pen his boring verse
    But my hooves and shanks are getting cold
    It was a pain waiting for his choice of road
    But this night is even worse (Report) Reply

  • Dorothy Dougherty (9/25/2013 8:03:00 AM)

    I think Rutul Shah's comment maybe very close to what this poem is about, especially after having
    read The Fall of Frost by Brian Hall. However, in my dotage, as I read this poem I think more about wanting to take time to appreciate life's beauty and get on with promises I made myself. (Report) Reply

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  • John Shea (7/12/2013 2:43:00 PM)

    As a freshman in high school I was in chorus. We sang this poem and it has been never forgotten. My favorite with no doubt. (Report) Reply

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