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

  • Bakuli Bhakali (10/28/2015 4:14:00 AM)

    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

    one of my favorite..........
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  • Vivek Mishra (10/27/2015 11:56:00 AM)

    frosty that, mate ;) (Report) Reply

  • (10/24/2015 1:41:00 PM)

    Miles to go before i lay my head to rest. (Report) Reply

  • (10/16/2015 2:51:00 PM)

    For me, this iconic poem by Robert Frost has a darker and deeper meaning than the superficial and obvious one. He writes about stopping his horsedrawn vehicle, perhaps a sleigh, by a lovely wood that isn't near any house, not even that of the owner of the land, to watch the woods fill with snow on the darkest evening of the year, perhaps the winter solstice when the night is longest and daytime at its shortest. His horse, the author says, must be puzzled that they're stopping there, so far from shelter. I think the most profound statement is that that the author is tempted to remain there, because the woods are lovely in their depth and darkness, as they fill up with white, pristine snow. But to remain there would be to die - he could not survive the cold for any length of time - and yet he is tempted. Frost was 48 or so when he wrote this poem in 1922, not terribly old. Yet I think the notion of not facing life's daily burdens was something he'd thought about - most people have thought about that from time to time. But, upon reflection, no, he had to move on and get back to shelter and deal with life's exigencies and he knew it wasn't yet his time. As he wrote, he had promises to keep, meaning there were things he knew he needed to do still, and if any phrase has a double meaning for me, it's And miles to go before I sleep, which he states twice. There were miles to go to get home that night, to the warmth and safety of his dwelling, but what he means in a larger sense is It's not yet my time to die - I have a long way to go before that happens. And so he did. He lived to be 88 and died close to 40 years after he wrote this evocative poem. (Report) Reply

    * Sunprincess * (10/23/2015 7:58:00 PM)

    .......wonderful comment, and I agree ★

  • Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh (9/25/2015 9:40:00 AM)

    a great poem I always like it (Report) Reply

  • Donward Bughaw (9/22/2015 6:13:00 PM)

    I love this poem as well as the writer...Robert Frost was my favourite poet.... (Report) Reply

  • Anish Debnath (9/14/2015 1:33:00 PM)

    He stops By the sight of woods covered with snow
    & is amazed watching with a face full of glow
    but he is travelling far to death
    which he has to know.

    So, reluctant, leaving so many things to find
    pretending someone is in the wood's behind
    he continues to travel as started
    & is talking to his self soothing his mind.
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  • (9/5/2015 10:12:00 AM)

    A great Robert frost poem ever relevant in world. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Case (9/4/2015 10:22:00 PM)

    beautiful poem. I think Frost uses the woods as a metaphor for death....but he isn't ready, even though it's lovely.....he has miles to go....glorious poem (Report) Reply

  • (8/24/2015 9:39:00 AM)

    Great poet's beautiful imagination and so meaningful. (Report) Reply

  • (8/14/2015 12:38:00 PM)

    Excellent imagery, excellent poem to read.... (Report) Reply

  • (8/12/2015 4:04:00 PM)

    ......beautiful poem...I love the flow, the quiet atmosphere, and gently falling snow...a most excellent write ★ (Report) Reply

  • Bharati Nayak (8/11/2015 9:05:00 PM)

    So enthralled by the serenity and calmness of the nature in that hour, the poet wishes to sleep there for ever, but he is reminded by his worldly duties. (Report) Reply

  • Alpeshkumar Natubhai Makvana (8/6/2015 6:20:00 AM)

    Whenever i am enchanted by young beauties; the last stanza pulls me back. i have promises to keep.for duty is more important than beauty. (Report) Reply

  • (8/2/2015 2:32:00 PM)

    indeed a great piece. I enjoy reading it (Report) Reply

  • (7/25/2015 12:50:00 AM)

    This is a very nice piece connecting our lively decisions (Report) Reply

  • (7/20/2015 3:51:00 PM)

    I don't understand why so many people wish to deconstruct a poem, looking for deeper meaning than maybe the poet intended. An Irish poetaster, who I won't name, wrote a short piece about the teaching profession telling students to take a favourite poem and take it to pieces. You know the sort of thing: 'What is the poet trying to say when he writes 'xxxx yyy? Why not just take a poem for what its worth to yourself? I might find something different from anyone else in any poem. And does it matter in the long run? My mother used to say, 'It doesn't matter what you put into a song, it's what it brings out from you that's more important. (Report) Reply

    Stephen W (7/22/2015 6:29:00 PM)

    Eh... Frost's poems are really deep. That having been said, some people do try to interpret them in a fanciful way, when I think that the literal interpretation is generally true, but not the only meaning.

  • (7/17/2015 3:02:00 PM)

    Lovely. The last lines are my favourite: ') (Report) Reply

  • (7/5/2015 9:20:00 AM)

    Another great poem by Robert Frost, I love the fact that his poems are always very simple in expression but have a very deep connection to life and the decisions we make. You can always visualize his poems in your imagination which make them more interactive and interesting. (Report) Reply

  • (6/26/2015 9:39:00 AM)

    A very nice poem from Frost (Report) Reply

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