What do you think the meaning of Robert Frost’s poem Stopping by a Woods on a Snowy Evening? Or what do you get from this poem?
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.
I do know what this poem means, or have my own interpretation anyway. But thank you for your sarcasm, it is so refreshing. It is great when people share their knowledge freely.




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