What do you see/think when you read this poem..?
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.
THANK YOU FOR READING THIS.. have a lovely day..:-)
It is by Robert Frost, in case you were wondering who wrote this….
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I like it (reminds me of when I used to go horseback riding), and the rhythm rolls along nicely…
It makes me think of "Little House on the Praire"
it makes me think of a christmas day of some1 leaving and never coming back until a very long time. but until the person comes back u will be committed 4 ever to the person and will never speak or do 2 hurt the person.
I love the poem…
One thing I think of when I read a poem is how the person in the poem might feel. For instance, in this one, I think the person might have a feeling of peace…or possibly be lonely…email me about what you think of when you read it (ahsoccerplayer2000@yahoo.com)
One of my favorite poems is "The Highwayman" by Alfred Noyes…What’s yours?
Thats beautiful, it reminds me of being in the woods in the middle of the winter just after the sun has gone down. There are no sounds and signs of civilization and everything is pristine and wonderful
Tireness, uncertainty, but commitment.
"I’m always saying something that’s just the edge of something more." – RF
Robert Frost, A very indulged writer to say the least. He is probably one of the most quoted authors who ever lived. I should know this if Frost wrote it, I can’t place it.
None the less, what I’m seeing is a moment of self break in the woods on a wintery night. What exactly, if anything else, he is doing is unclear. Hence the quote. Robert was a master. No one’s topped him yet.