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.

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  1. Robert Frost writes this poem during winter as it describes a snowy evening. He travels across a little road used by the villagers and arrives at the end. He can see a glassy dark lake and the deep, dark woods ‘between the woods and frozen lake…’ He can’t see village as it is still miles and miles away, nor hear a single thing other than the snow and the wind. The speaker is partially alone. He is reflecting and revising his life for what he has done. It is good to reflect our lives once in a while. Life is always challenging. We need to be like this speaker who prepares himself in his journey exploring what life is.

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  3. Great thanks for this,lucy

  4. ugh, i had to memorize this for English once. Still like it though.

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