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

  • Rogelio Guillermo (10/9/2017 7:01:00 PM)


    what does the poet made the promise.. was it to a loved one or to himself? hmmm! ? (Report) Reply

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  • Subhas Chandra Chakra (10/5/2017 1:46:00 PM)


    And miles to go before I sleep.
    A rare poem feeding the mind with immense love for life's journey.
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  • Suratha Kumar Rout (9/24/2017 8:43:00 AM)


    Really, this poem is very nice.
    Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.
    10+++++
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  • (9/24/2017 12:52:00 AM)


    A brilliantly written poem. Thanks poet for sharing this lovely poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rajendra Rout (9/19/2017 10:36:00 AM)


    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.
    Nice poem.
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  • Soumya Ranjan Rout (9/15/2017 2:16:00 PM)


    And miles to go before I sleep.
    A great and popular line.
    Nicely penned poem.
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  • Sanjukta Sahoo (9/15/2017 8:46:00 AM)


    And miles to go before I sleep,
    And miles to go before I sleep.
    The most uttered lines in the world.
    Thanks poet.
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  • (8/11/2017 1:33:00 AM)


    He's tired and he stops to contemplate how peaceful his own death will be, but he also knows that he has obligations to his family, and that they need him. Death must wait. (Report) Reply

  • (7/30/2017 8:23:00 AM)


    what a wonderful poet he is. He chooses simple topics and present to us in a descriptive way. (Report) Reply

  • (7/18/2017 10:49:00 AM)


    This poem is written in iambic tetrameter, ie di dum di dum di dum di dum with four metric iambic feet per line. The rhyming scheme is aaba bbcb ccdc dddd and the last line is repeated. It is extremely difficult to do without forced rhyme and perhaps using the same subject of snow as Robert Frost did. My poem A Date with Death is perfect in all these details, and was extremely difficult to do. You can find it by Googling JOSIE'S POEMS 3 - secondary schools. I wish you well with attempting to do this. (Report) Reply

  • Hassan Hayati (7/16/2017 6:14:00 AM)


    one of our lessons at the university. I always like and remember. (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren (7/16/2017 3:15:00 AM)


    This poem always grabs my special attention. I love this one. (Report) Reply

  • Michael Hopkins (7/7/2017 4:54:00 AM)


    Yes, he see the forest as a lovely temptation to escape his responsibilities or goals of his lifetime. He just keeps it in sight but continues his activities as a writer and poet along with his other survival needs. Classic and great poem. (Report) Reply

  • Amy Johnson (7/6/2017 2:36:00 PM)


    I imagine this is quite a statement in its day of the changing climate at the turn of the century. It is lovely to ride a horse through the countryside, but with miles to go, there is the hint towards this being one of the last days of stopping on a horse. These days of slow beauty are ending and a bustling industrial revolution is on the horizon. Oh, how I long to be on that horse some days! (Report) Reply

  • (6/13/2017 4:13:00 AM)


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

  • 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.
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  • (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

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Monday, January 25, 2016


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