"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
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.
-Robert Frost (1874 - 1963 / San Francisco / USA)
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. 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. 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 recognized 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 the more lasting sleep of death.
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 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening' is notably one of his famous poems with a deep meaning and significance about life. The last two lines always touch me ...
'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..... I love this poem, especially the last lines.......................Man has a lot to do before getting attracted to anything. I have been found guilty of reciting this one many times behind closed doors of my room, standing in front of the mirror. Although I grew up in small town , my only solace was everyday Im going to school in winter season i feel verys nowy morning ...It never snows in south India...but the early morning walk through the woods....sitting on the steps of the nearest pond..... and slowly im going to school, like a tortoise:)but my mind like a rabbit :)in way of my school-Road beside woods so i remain this poem:),i really miss my school days:( dec,jan,feb,we face winter here,sun rising...the chirping of the birds...the first drops of dew on the grass....the tranquility was my equivalent to the snowy woods....Time and again I have gone into a trance...like another world.[dream world] this poem also my dad fav't poem ,me &dad also discuss about poets,poetry and literature........
p.s: we only see dew drops in the early morning , morning dewdrops on a striped leaf its amazing !we miss snow alot :(
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