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

  • (6/24/2009 3:52:00 PM)

    One has to read the poem out loud to experience the magic of its cadences.(c.f. W. H. Auden's definition of poetry as memorable speech.)
    Frost says he repeated the last line because he couldn't think of any other.Clearly he also recognised that there was no need for any other.
    The statement in the last verse is that beauty is compelling and he would love to linger, but he has work to do.
    'Sleep' may refer to nightime sleep, or the more lasting sleep of death.
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  • (5/27/2009 9:36:00 AM)

    What a marvellous piece of poetic justice. (Report) Reply

  • (5/1/2009 9:15:00 PM)

    A great poet, Like robert frost, will always keep you guessing. It has excellent imagry. Also great poems never die as long as theres someone to read them. (Report) Reply

  • (4/27/2009 11:08:00 PM)

    Great poem, check out my poems too (Report) Reply

  • (4/24/2009 11:57:00 PM)

    Well, I guess everyone can interpret a poem the way they want. Great poets are those that get across multiple ideas with a single poem. BUT, it is known that Frost's poetry isn't as light and cheerful as many people think. And this poem is quite dark if you are getting the message he was expressing. (Report) Reply

  • (4/21/2009 4:09:00 PM)

    I'm surprised how optimistic the commentary on this poem is, and with how the majority of people view his work. Frost has been called one of the darkest poets of our time, and the most accurate interpretations of his poems are often left out of grade school curriculums for the same reason kids spend weeks learning about Martin Luther King Jr. but Malcolm X is mentioned only in passing.

    Robert Frost had a horrible life. His father died of tuberculosis when he was 11, leaving the family poor and destitute, and his mother later died of cancer. His younger sister was committed to a mental hospital and died there nine years later, and he had to send his daughter to an asylum as well. Out of his six children, only two outlived him (a son commited suicide, a son and daughter from disease and another daughter from SIDS) , and his wife died of cancer and heart failure.

    This is not an uplifting poem about can-do spunk and optimism. The narrator and rider of this poem is not smilng or daydreaming. It is an epiphany about stoic duty. The woods symbolize death, and indirectly suicide. It would be very easy for the rider to simply give in and embrace death, which seems far more welcome than the responsibilities he is bound to. But instead, he forges on grimly, all because of duty.

    This poem is about Duty. With a capital D.
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  • Aiswarya. T.anish (4/18/2009 10:50:00 AM)

    I love this poem, especially the last lines.

    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

    .......................Man has a lot to do before getting attracted to anything.
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  • (3/13/2009 8:27:00 PM)

    Like all great art, this poem communicates on many levels. It paints a picture of the peaceful warmth of snowy woods on a quiet evening that conjurs up many memories of similar times and places. Is it meant to inspire one to create and face new challenges in life after you get to a peaceful place. Or, is he telling us that our worldly endeavors keep us achieving inner peace? A lot of his poetry is about choices, is he forced to make a choice between what he wants to do and what he thinks he should do? Most strikingly, it attempts to answer the age old question, 'If you believe in heaven, why not die? ' (Report) Reply

  • (3/11/2009 7:29:00 AM)

    I think he feels lonely and sad.
    feathered snow on winter night makes one morose.
    man is too timid and dirt in that pure and silent world.
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  • (2/14/2009 7:55:00 PM)

    Possibly, the narrator was drawn to stay in those woods that night. His stopping there was so out of character that his horse was uneasy, perhaps sensing that something was not right. How comfortable it would be to stay here, no more responsibilties or cares, in these woods that are 'lovely, dark, and deep.'

    Perhaps he then realized he had obligations, 'promises to keep, ' and many things to do before he could sleep. 'Sleep' here perhaps being an allegory for death.
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  • (2/9/2009 9:47:00 AM)

    If I may be so bold as to suggest to the Frost reader my dark satire version:

    Stopping In The Woods On A Snowy Evening (or, The Road I Should Not Have Taken)
    by Charles Audette
    Any comments or suggestions are greatly appreciated. Thanks!
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  • (2/5/2009 2:05:00 AM)

    Starts with delight and ends in wisdom.
    A classic poem.
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  • (1/25/2009 4:06:00 PM)

    I have been a poetry afficionado all my life, but Robert Frost's poems have always struck a chord with me, especially this one. Every winter, I ride past the woods near my house and just sit there and think of this, even though I know it's meaning is much deeper. I want it read at my funeral. (Report) Reply

  • (1/10/2009 8:06:00 AM)

    The Poem which inspired me to read poems. I remember of my good old school days when I read this. I can never forget the last stanza

    '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. '

    Thats simply amazing.....
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  • Palas Kumar Ray (12/19/2008 2:31:00 AM)


    '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. '
    Since my school days these lines have repeatedly lingered in my mind reminding me of my obligations to be fulfilled.This poem has been there in my all time favourites.

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  • (12/18/2008 5:47:00 AM)

    Life would be wonderous if we could take our time with the finer things in life. Brilliant poem sir Frost (Report) Reply

  • (12/5/2008 1:08:00 PM)

    I know exactly how he feels..To take time to stop and listen to silence.I have experienced true silence and its beauty.I once spent a night in a moonlit forest The light illuminated ice hanging from spruce and pine.Above the canopy of the forest a HUGE expance of velvet black space, sparkling with stars as diamonds.
    Just missed having my love with me at the time so I could share the experience.Perhaps one day anoher will join me..
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  • (11/23/2008 8:32:00 AM)

    This beautiful poem is as simple in its message as it is in its verse: the narrator loves the beauty of the quiet, snowy evening and would like to remain there longer...just as we wish to dwell forever on whatever provides us with beauty. But he has responsibilities, committments to fullfill in order to provide for himself (and family) before he can sleep. Sometimes beauty must wait. (Report) Reply

  • (11/20/2008 11:41:00 PM)

    An amazing poem this is. Definitely one of my favorites! But like everyone else has taken notice of, it is deeper than just a man looking at trees. I believe that the use of winter, woods, darkness, cold, and sleep all mean death. In this poem he is out alone at night, save for his horse.(keep in mind that people who are contemplating death often consider themselves alone.) He refers to the woods as lovely, dark, deep and he wants to stay. But something interuppted the draw of the lovely, dark and deep woods. The surface words are his horse's harness bells. But whatever it was that caught his attention, reminded him of the promises he had to keep, and knowing that he had miles to go before he could sleep/die. Death can have a strong draw on anyone who is lonely, empty, 'tired'. And here I think death was calling to him, but he knew that he had promises, responsibilites to fulfill before his road ends, or rather before he may sleep. (Report) Reply

  • (11/4/2008 9:50:00 PM)

    I like this poem very much.In my view, the poet express a very special feeling of life.He walks in the woods, which may signify that he pursues his dream.During this process, he suddenly finds the beauty of the wood itself.He just stopped.But as a result of the dream he must realize, he could not stay there to enjoy the beauty and the stillness longerm, he must contuine his journey.With the deep love for the beauty he meets and the deep love for his dream, he moves on.And in the end, the sleep may symbol the eternal death, In this case, the poem imply to us that to live is to pursue, and sometimes with the love for beauty in our heart. (Report) Reply

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