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.
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Even when you are uncertain about the future, even when life seems to be full of darkness, we must stop for awhile and then go on with our journey.when life gets tough you will find yourself alone like yet we can't afford to stay in that one place forever.
This poem is one of the best poems I'm doing the 9th grade and last month we were answering questions based on the poem(school) ❤️
Life, Duty, Promises, Rest. Beautiful composition, you Great poet.
Which was -4 Celsius this morning and most of the lake frozen as were the wildlife. I had a car to return to not a horse, so I can see his last two lines not suicidal but him being cold and tired.
I think he's enchanted with these woods and would like to stay longer but has responsibility elsewhere and much to do before the day is over. Appreciated your comments David!
You can read into this poem what you want. Some say it's about suicide, some say it's about life's hard choices. I see it similar to the frozen lake I walk around. Contd….
Well conceived and nicely crafted with conviction. A masterful piece of poetry
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. great words
I don't think there's any hidden meaning unless you want there to be.
The poem is about suicide. He decided not to take his life. That's a positive thing.
Its my favourite poem. I learnt this poem in my 9th standard. The words which are attracted me are I have to go miles and miles before I sleep. And also the promises.
My greatest poet and poem.. ever. There is greatness in the ordinary and magic in the air. All we have to do is stop and notice... then our lives will be more meaingful.
Adrian you got the poem; he is not speak of death but life. That the business of living is aways ahead of us each day. But we gain more by taking the time to listening. It's about listening to spirit. Who owns the woods is one the clues. The woods of life belong to the creator.
Listening is the greatest of all spiritual lessons. (stop and notice) you say, Take the time and listen, and all comes to fruition.
I guess there really are two sides to a window -- one that sets one's eyes to see the stars and another that sickens them to see the mud.
At it's depths this is, perhaps, an anti-anxiety poem. He is trying, intentionally, to find peace, even as life's concerns try to prod him past the calm of ordinary beauty of ordinary life.
I was thinking about this and Then it hit me! … (It was just an Apple)