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
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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

  • (6/13/2017 4:13:00 AM)

    it makes emotional.....nice thought..... (Report) Reply

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  • Somnath Chakraborty (6/5/2017 1:21:00 PM)

    whenever i read the poem, i feel like i have lost myself between that woods and the snowy lake....the darkest evening of the year (Report) Reply

  • (4/23/2017 3:36:00 AM)

    My favorite of all poems.
    Whenever it snows, I open this poem
    sit by the window and just imagine.
    miles to go before I sleep
    miles to go before I sleep

    So beautiful so peaceful stopping by
    the woods on a snowy evening.
    (Report) Reply

  • (4/18/2017 9:55:00 AM)

    What year was this written? (Report) Reply

  • (4/18/2017 9:46:00 AM)

    Such amazing insight. (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren (4/16/2017 12:15:00 AM)

    My all-time favourite of Frost (Report) Reply

  • Oratile Diratsagae (4/14/2017 11:49:00 PM)

    this is so good. peace (Report) Reply

  • (4/8/2017 10:58:00 AM)

    Everybody must keep his promises to discharge the duties as a responsible person to the society. (Report) Reply

  • N. J. Saroff (4/4/2017 11:25:00 AM)

    It captures winter so elegantly and it makes me miss that season so much. His work is always just so inspiring and beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • (4/4/2017 11:20:00 AM)

    how can you be human and still write such a great poem? (Report) Reply

  • (3/19/2017 3:46:00 AM)

    Super (Report) Reply

  • Sandeep Dongre (2/19/2017 11:15:00 PM)

    One of my most favourite poems. Refreshing, inspiring & uplifting. (Report) Reply

  • (2/7/2017 5:27:00 AM)

    My thoughts on the meaning.
    Woods, lives. He, creator. Village, minds of religious people/ general people. Snow, sorrow.

    Little horse, little me. Farmhouse, my usual thoughts. Frozen lake, silly heaven that has been promised. Darkest evening, my deepest thoughts. Year, life.

    Harness bells, prayers from my soul.

    Life is beautiful, at the same it's painful too, in one word; it's complex. But I devoted myself to know the 'true meaning' of life. I know it's going to be hard. But I won't stop at nothing except death to unbolt 'the truth'.

    Am I on the right way? Honestly, it doesn't matter what you say or what you don't say. Coz it feels I know better... He speaks my mind in a way. In a lot more creative way obviously.
    (Report) Reply

  • (2/5/2017 8:37:00 AM)

    I also think that I misunderstood this poem when younger but still enjoyed it. Now I wonder if Frost is enjoying the deep alluring peace of simply letting go, perhaps death but returns to his responsibilities out of care for others. (Report) Reply

  • Er Dheeraj (2/4/2017 9:40:00 PM)

    The last 4 lines are the quotation of everyday life. I was in 8th grade when I first read this poem and I was not able to figure out it's actual meaning.....Now whenever I read it I get a different meaning that I have to go very long in my life and this is only the way where I am. (Report) Reply

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

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

  • 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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, January 25, 2016

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