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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

Robert Frost

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Added by: jennifer mullan
absolute nonsense. its pants!!!
Stopping By Woods
Added by: Warren Barrett
What a brilliant poem! It's full of peace (with the quiet sound of easy wind and downy flak) and of decision. Does he stay? Does he lose himself in these lovely, dark, and deep woods? (Frost denied that suicide was in mind, but it certainly is open to that reading.) But he determines he must go on. For there are promises to be kept.
Added by: Boleslaw Mellerowicz
The lovely, dark and deep winter woods are where Robert Frost wants to be when he passes away ('goes to sleep') into his eternal life.
Added by: Tommy E.
Suicide may be too strong a word, but there is certainly a dark edge to the poem.
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep" he writes, and then in the next line implies that an invitation has been offered, and he must refuse for now, tempting as that offer is.
Absolutely brilliant.
Added by: Allie
After reading this poem a couple of times, I began to speculate that he is the man who owns the woods. By saying that "his" house is in the village shows that he lives in a house in the village, which represents society and civilization. However, by saying that the man who lives in the village "owns" the woods is implying that he has animal-like instincts. He would love to just break free FROM all of society's expectations of him... and live in the woods like the animal that he is. However, he's got things to do, therefore he cannot stop and "watch [his] woods fill up snow" or "sleep."
Added by: Shirley Creed
This poem has haunted me for years. It shows, I think, a conflict between pleasing oneself and duty. I never thought of the suicide angle. I read it as the woods of a man with whose wife the poet was in love with. He stops just to be near her for a few stolen moments, then recalls that he has 'promises to keep'.
Added by: C.C.
i think it the woods are like heaven and the owner is like God or Jesus and he is in the village watching over people and that the horse is like a good freind saying dont give up on life now keep going and it is he is talking about how lovly they are and how it is like paridise but he has to many places to go and people to see and promises to keep so he cant die now he will have to wait the horse also might be like a car or something like that though life but anyway i really like this peom
Added by: Ray Stone
By performing an autopsy on this poem, the beauty of this poem dies. It will not show the beauty of the soul or the music of the words. This is a poem that should be felt. As with any work of art, what the creator intended is of no moment. What is important is whether it affected you, and what you feel about the poem, not what you think.
In Response to Ray
Added by: Patrick
We could have a debate here about the philosophy of art and aesthetics, right? Possibly, what's important about a work of art is how it makes me feel, but perhaps not. Say, for instance, that someone read this poem and said, "Wow, this poem makes me feel like I want to eat some steak and potatoes." I would be tempted to say that they had misread the poem, and I would ask them to justify their interpretation of the poem as the kind of thing that inspires feelings of hunger. I'm borrowing from Rosenblatt, the reader-response theorist, for this idea.
The larger point, though is this: any interpretive act on a work of art carries some understanding of the meaning of that work. I see no reason why we ought to think of people as infallible when it comes to interpreting a work of art: surely it seems that one can make mistakes in interpretation, just as one makes mistakes in all other facets of life. At any rate, that's my take on it.
bravo Patrick!
Added by: Paddy
Reader response Criticism has been in vogue for great deal of time now and to say that one should not look for meaning in Frost poem is akin to sacrilege. Frost wants you to dig. He wants you to read his poems and probe beneath to use nature as he would - the layers of snow that are often present.

Though this poem can be interpreted in many different ways that does not cheapen the experience of the beauty of its lines and the images it creates. If one reads sundry other Frost poems, such as "Birches" or "The Most of It" they will see that images and themes surface and then disappear. Are we to deny that these have meaning? No, intellectual poetry -especially that of Frost's calibre is meant to be worked and torn apart and reconstructed - for it is only in the process that the meaning(s) shine through.

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