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 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

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  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie Noel Keating (10/25/2013 2:43:00 PM)

    The Pace of life summed up in a nutshell......... Brilliant! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie 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

  • Rookie - 162 Points 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

  • Rookie Ganesh Babu Ramanathan (10/5/2013 7:14:00 AM)

    A beautiful poem by Frost on the conscience of life. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie 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

  • Gold Star - 9,229 Points Geetha Jayakumar (9/24/2013 10:23:00 AM)

    Quiet interesting poem, with deep meaning hidden behind. Loved the way Rutul Shah explained.. (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 992 Points Krishnakumar Chandrasekar Nair (9/23/2013 10:59:00 AM)

    The words here have secrets deep
    For those who care to inward peep
    A poets heart in the dusk and snow
    Lending eve such a magical glow..... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 228 Points 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

  • Gold Star - 9,421 Points Khairul Ahsan (6/24/2013 11:31:00 PM)

    Excellent metaphor cited by Rutul Shah, couldn't agree more!

    Nice thoughts... (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 9 Points Srimayee Ganguly (5/21/2013 12:21:00 PM)

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  • Rookie Alexandre Gonzaga (5/11/2013 11:54:00 PM)

    Hi, greetings from Brazil! I can not left to think the poet is talking about the death at the end of poem, but despite death is coming calmly and afraidless he needs to keep the promises to has more to live before goes to dark and deep and lovely destiny. Alexandre Gonzaga (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Rutul Shah (5/1/2013 7:55:00 AM)

    i can only see a metaphor here.. woods represent a beautiful women whom he meets on his way of life bt she belongs to someone else(his house is in the village, he will not see me stopping there)
    horse represents the poet's heart. which asks him if there is a mistake (ofcourse because he is on his way for somthing else, the woman belongs to some1 else) darkest evening of the year represents a thing which wont b observed by others. poet appreciate the beauty of woman (woods are lovely dark and deep) but he cannot be wth her for more time as he already has some1 in his life (promises to keep) and he wil hv to go back to his own life and he cannot have her.(miles to go before i sleep) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Monet Al-amin (4/27/2013 2:37:00 PM)

    Is it bad I discovered this poem from watching Elementary? Either way I love it! ! ! It has to be my second favorite Robert Frost poem, right after the 'The Road Not Taken.' (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Samarjit Roy (4/15/2013 10:20:00 AM)

    its a poem of beauty, i'm so mesmerized. Whenever i go through this poem, i feel it; taste it but at the end it leaves me ever thirsty for eternity, i want to feel it more deeply, want to enjoy it more intensely, but like the poet gives the reason,

    ............... promises to keep,
    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep. (Report) Reply










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