His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. He thinks that stopping by the woods will make his journey longer. As I walked along the water, the waves were cold as they washed across my feet. This is sometimes described as death whereby the speaker realizes that he still has a lot to do, before he can finally rest in peace. The narrator observes the beauty of the deep woods, and the peace and dreamlike calm they give him, but realizes he must move on because he still has more distance to go before he can rest. Does this poem express a death wish, considered and then discarded? It also signifies the loneliness and desolation that envelopes man at certain times, leaving him in despair and misery.
Unable to contain his grief, Frost stopped in the midst of his journey to vent out his emotions, while his horse, his sole companion shook its harness bell after waiting for long, to remind his goal. The lucky landowner lives in a house in the village. This extra cash has changed my life in so many ways, thank you! I love reading and reviewing such outstanding poem. It could be three or four lines. Little horse thinks to stop here. Then again, maybe this is just a slice-of-life nature poem about appreciating a supremely beautiful winter landscape. Though his house is in village still you know whose woods these are.
These lines show that the speaker is trying to listen and enjoy the sound of the wind sweeping and the snowflakes. Like the woods it describes, the poem is lovely but entices us with dark depths—of interpretation, in this case. To put it in another way: nature can draw us in, even hypnotize us. I heard the laughter of small children, and car horns on the main road. Summary On the surface, this poem is simplicity itself. The speaker has to go miles before he needs to complete his duties and responsibilities which he has towards his loved ones. 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.
Hyperbole When the poet says that the woods are covered with snow, there is an exaggeration as the snow touches the ground but cannot reach to the high trees. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The sunset was red, orange, and yellow, like fire. He wanted to enjoy the snow falling amidst the deep, dark and lovely woods before continuing on his journey again. So, our speaker won't get into trouble for trespassing, because there's no one to catch him trespassing.
The poet mildly indicates the presence of a human close by, albeit in-doors, oblivious to the passerby. The third line of each stanza rhymes with the next stanza. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. Therefore, the repetitions of the last two lines of the poem with same words are also an example of the refrain. The verses are almost uniform in length and open-punctuation has been used.
The journey that the speaker is taking in this poem is different and presents him with two roads where he must choose one. The narrator is hinting at the immense darkness awaiting him. He wondered at the beauty of natural scenes and tried to decode some meanings from them. Even though the words do not carry, the sound of them does, and the listener can catch the meaning of the conversation. Frost is known for creating simple poems that can be interpreted on many different levels.
That notwithstanding; the woods are also very lovely. No matter what, we're willing to bet big money that you and this poem are already friends. The notable exception to this pattern comes in the final stanza, where the third line rhymes with the previous two and is repeated as the fourth line. Nothing is said more about the stranger, no description is given about him or his destination. Robert Frost is a beloved American poet, and many people associate him with nature and with the New England landscape, because, well, he liked to write about nature and the New England landscape.
They will have an absolute blast and gain mastery of the words. Answer : The speaker halts at this place to observe natural beauty. This poem represents a situation where the speaker is faced with two choices in life. However, what stays in the minds of the readers is the eye-catching and bewitching beauty of woods in the snowy evening. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. However, the speaker understands that this may not be possible as his choice may lead him to other roads Frost 14.
The ownership of the woods attributed to another person reveals his longing for a place of such beauty. 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. A horse, a rider, an evening and snow — the picture looks like a suspenseful movie. Therefore, he puts his wishes and starts his journey again. Poetic Technique Rhyme scheme Written in iambic pentameter, the rhyming scheme follows the pattern aaba-bbcb-ccdc-dddd with each stanza having the first, second and fourth line rhyming, whereas the third line pairs up with the first, second and fourth lines of the next stanza. In this perspective, careful analysis of the two choices is necessary since this can make or break his life.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Poetry Foundation agenda angle-down angle-left angleRight arrow-down arrowRight bars calendar caret-down cart children highlight learningResources list mapMarker openBook p1 pin poetry-magazine print quoteLeft quoteRight slideshow tagAudio tagVideo teens trash-o. This makes expounding its elements, and understanding its rich meaning, comparisons, and symbols, even more important. In this perspective, the hesitation has provided him with new opportunities to move forward and the choice he made has brought him satisfaction. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. Perhaps one hot, sustained burst is the only way to cast such a complete object, in which form and content, shape and meaning, are alloyed inextricably. If the woods are not particularly wicked, they still possess the seed of the irrational; and they are, at night, dark—with all the varied connotations of darkness.