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

  • (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

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  • 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

  • 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.
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  • (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



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