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

  • (2/11/2016 9:22:00 AM)

    This is the best poem I've ever read, heard or felt. I'd read this poem in class 11th for the Ist time and I felt an inspirational and motivational energy. really this is one of the best poems for them who lead to astray in my opinion. (Report) Reply

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  • Ernest Makuakua (1/27/2016 7:02:00 AM)

    nice piece

    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.

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  • (1/17/2016 9:03:00 PM)

    Sometimes we don't know without a doubt the meaning of a poem (or of a piece of beautiful prose) . But we know that it becomes a part of the music of our life, that it strikes a chord within us. I watched a Vietnamese man recite this poem for Anthony Bourdain on Parts Unknown because, I think, he felt it represented America. He obviously loved it. It was touching for me; I understood how this poem affected him, as it has me, and I saw how a poem can bring people from distant places together. (Report) Reply

  • Stephen Loomes (1/16/2016 9:24:00 PM)

    This may be disrespectful to those who worship Frost but in my opinion he was a master of solipsistic doggerel. Whether mending walls, or taking a road or riding in a snowy forest, he imports to the mundane a seeming profundity which is quite laughable. Earlier I had recounted the experience related from the point of view of the poor horse who bore him that night; literally bearing a bore. I have named the horse Dobbin.

    Yes, says Dobbin, his language clear,
    This poltroon on my back
    He's more than a little queer
    It's alright for him, notebook in hand
    To pen his boring verse
    But it is me, without a rug
    Who in snow is left standing here!
    My hooves and shanks
    They are freeziing cold
    Why must I be his horse?
    It was pain enough,
    While he, again
    Notepad and pen in hand
    Deliberated on his choice of road
    But this night is even worse
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    Sarah Gordy (2/7/2016 3:39:00 PM)

    I suppose those who can't do critique.

    David D (2/4/2016 9:04:00 AM)

    Your poem reminds me how good Frost is.

    Stephen Loomes Stephen Loomes (1/18/2016 10:48:00 PM)

    You got it, that was what the horse was thinking, well done.

    Stephen W (1/18/2016 6:56:00 PM)

    What a malignant poltroon you are, sir.

  • Mithilesh Yadav (1/15/2016 11:05:00 AM)

    great pen............. (Report) Reply

  • (1/13/2016 3:50:00 PM)

    ........beautiful write...always has been one of my favorites ★ (Report) Reply

  • (1/3/2016 10:19:00 PM)

    amazing (Report) Reply

  • (1/2/2016 9:32:00 AM)

    Why is the ownership of the woods and the owner not seeing the author standing and admiring them so important? The whole of the first verse is devoted to this topic. I don't think explanations about fulfilling responsibilities till death, etc, explain this. Could it be that the beautiful woods are symbolic of another man's alluring wife? The rest of the poem then starts falling into place.
    The first verse the author doesn't want to be seen admiring another's wife.
    Second verse he is standing between the beckoning woods and a frozen lake (what his marriage has become)
    The harness bells are his conscience ringing compared to the gentle easy wind and downy flake of forbidden love.
    He is offered solace in the lovely dark deep embrace of the woods but he has made his wedding vows to stay faithful till death releases him.
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    Stefan Maslaczyk (1/20/2016 2:33:00 PM)

    That first verse is a loaded with suspicion and cunning though. It is very weird that if you consider the woods as being a metaphor for a woman it is almost the mirror image of the story of the start of the David and Bathsheba story. See Second Samuel Chapter 11 Verses 2,3 and 4.

    Stephen W (1/18/2016 7:04:00 PM)

    Rural people may be as jealous of their land as of their wives. If he is seen staring at another's trees, the owner may think he plans to steal firewood. He would be challenged.

  • (12/30/2015 4:48:00 PM)

    A truly great piece of verse. (Report) Reply

  • Alisha Castle (12/24/2015 1:54:00 PM)

    From very teen age I am just fan of this poetry work of him.... (Report) Reply

  • (12/23/2015 6:59:00 PM)

    Love this great poem one of my favorites. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Case (12/21/2015 7:26:00 AM)

    reat poem...I like the subtle refference to death.....but he has miles to go ad promiss to kep (Report) Reply

  • Chetan Pandey (12/16/2015 9:02:00 PM)

    Loved it.... The poem says true facts (Report) Reply

  • Amar Agarwala (12/16/2015 9:42:00 AM)

    One of Robert Frost´s best poems. (Report) Reply

  • Hardik Garg (15 Yrs) (12/10/2015 3:38:00 AM)

    Always reminds me of my responsibilities and also the beauty of winter season. Makes me happy. (Report) Reply

  • (12/10/2015 12:48:00 AM)

    inspires a person to think about all unfinished business before the night falls on your life. (Report) Reply

  • Alem Hailu G/kristos (12/8/2015 2:54:00 AM)

    As Toddy Victor commented it is a wonderful poem. (Report) Reply

  • (11/15/2015 2:52:00 PM)

    I love that this poem can be interpreted in many ways. I read that the poem is exactly what it says it is, just a man stopping by the woods and admiring it. But I like to see other people's interpretations. Before I knew what the poem actually meant, I thought this poem was indeed about death and how inevitable it is. (Report) Reply

  • (11/5/2015 9:26:00 AM)

    Has anyone here heard Frostiana, by Randall Thompson? It's seven Frost poems (The Road Not Taken, The Pasture, Come In, The Telephone, Girl's Garden, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, and Choose Something Like A Star) with music for a SATB choir.My choir got to sing it at a concert last year and Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening gave me chills all over. (Report) Reply

  • Rameeza Nasim (11/1/2015 7:44:00 AM)

    love the last lines
    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 [3
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