Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Poem by Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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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.

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Billy Joel 06 January 2014

this poem is the shit

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Jerome 25 September 2021

This poem is the best bye bye hater

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Hello Boone 05 July 2012

There is no beauty or optimism in this poem, only gloom. The poem is best summed up in this way: For the working man in society, life sucks and then you die. “Hey, you there! Yes, you, dallying by my woods! Don't you have somewhere to be? I suppose your employer enjoys throwing his hard earned money away so you can sit out here in the cold gawking at trees? “Oh, forgive me. Are you sad about something? Having some personal hardship, are you? Are you feeling sorry for yourself? Well, boo-hoo and too bad for you! Now stop this foolishness and get on with it! There is work to be done, and it is not going to get done with you lagging here. “Oh, and let me tell you this, you loitering fool. You can just dropp these fantastic ideas you have about running off to live a natural life or thinking about the life you should have lived. Put away this nonsense about living for yourself, free and easy in the wilderness like a savage. Those days are gone. And they're gone for you, too. No doubt, you have a family and probably plenty of debt, by the looks of you. So get on with it. “Oh, someday, you'll get to die, yes, but that's a long way off. So get back to work.”

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Carolyn 25 January 2022

This poem is contemplating death.

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Steve: 24 February 2022

What a ! Must be dreadful to have such a bleak outlook on life! Is this self projection, perhaps?

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Muniroh Omotosho 20 July 2022

It so interesting

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patrick 02 June 2022

I don't think there's any hidden meaning unless you want there to be.

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Scottie Guy 20 May 2022

The poem is about suicide. He decided not to take his life. That's a positive thing.

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K. Ganesh Kumar 30 April 2022

Its my favourite poem. I learnt this poem in my 9th standard. The words which are attracted me are I have to go miles and miles before I sleep. And also the promises.

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Adrian Antique 19 April 2022

My greatest poet and poem.. ever. There is greatness in the ordinary and magic in the air. All we have to do is stop and notice... then our lives will be more meaingful.

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