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Robert Frost (1874 -1963)
Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening 1923
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 5
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year. ...
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep, 15
And miles to go before I sleep.
An unfolding of Robert Frost’s “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening”
“The best way out is always through,” Robert Frost once told an audience, perhaps after reading his poem “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening” (“Quotes…” 5). ... However, clarification of his last three lines in “Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening” was not at all clear. ... The intensity of this tearful moment translates into the effective content that permeates, but never overwhelms “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.
Approximate Word count = 876
Approximate Pages = 3.5
(250 words per page double spaced)
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