Comment -340 of , added on December 27th, 2008 at 6:02 AM.
i think the poem is telling us about atraveller who stopped by the woods
between the lake and the woods
Comment -341 of , added on December 23rd, 2008 at 5:41 PM.
I love this sweet Poem!!!!!!!
from United States
Comment -342 of , added on December 7th, 2008 at 2:51 PM.
and is the best
Comment -343 of , added on November 18th, 2008 at 6:31 AM.
I'm doing an exam and the poetry of Robert Frost is an element on it. I've
studied "After Apple-Picking" and this poem, because it is my favorite. I
believe the woods symbolise death, and it is seducing him although he has
obligations to humans in the world. The poem does not end with him moving
either way so the reader is left questioning where he went. I do not
believe him choosing to stay in the woods is suicide but letting himself go
peacefully. This meaning can be found through the symbolism and form of the
Bronwyn from Australia
Comment -344 of , added on November 16th, 2008 at 5:25 PM.
Such a beautiful poem! The snow that is filling the woods represents the
purity we imagine we will experience when we return to God, but his "little
horse" is determined not to let him quit early, and provides a warning bell
when it is time to move on. In my opinion, this poem is more of a
meditation on the complexity of the way people think about death, rather
than a single individual's contemplation of death. I have never believed
for a second that it's about suicide.
Comment -345 of , added on October 31st, 2008 at 3:18 PM.
This is a great poem. I just wanted to say that since everybody else has
said all that needs to be said...
Jen from Australia
Comment -346 of , added on October 13th, 2008 at 9:27 AM.
I memorized this poem when I was in the 4th grade. That's been 40 years
ago and it's still one of my favorites. Now I'm back in college having to
do an essay on this poem.
As the poem starts out"Who's woods these are I think I know," says to me
that "my surroundings are familiar, consisting of people I know or am
aquainted with. Though the success of their lives reach out to me they are
hardly aware I notice, much less am somewhat envious of them.
Those closest to me often wonder where I am. Is he lost in his own mind
again, thinking of mistakes from the past, or what could have been?
Sometimes they reach me in time, and bring me back to reality. I hear them
and see the efforts of the last of my friends.
The things I see around me I sometimes wish I had, but reality brings me
back around to realize that they are not in my hand of cards. So I'm left,
seething in my own agony, waiting...waiting for rest that may not ever
from United States
Comment -347 of , added on October 2nd, 2008 at 6:47 PM.
I committed this poem to memory nearly sixty years ago when I was seven.
The poem lives for its simple beauty,if for nothing else -- pristinely
equisite beauty that all can share. However, the "woods" has always
represented "death" in my mind -- "lovely, dark and deap" -- which is not
something we can easily choose, even when life is painfully difficult,
because "I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles
to go before I sleep." It is sixty years since I committed this lovely
poem to memory, making it a permanent part of me because that is what
memory is, and I still "have miles to go before I sleep," although that
sleep is today close enough to see that Frost was right.
from United States
Comment -348 of , added on July 5th, 2008 at 7:01 AM.
I've recently read some critique about this poem which says that you cannot
know which more important thing is, enjoying being in the woods or keeping
social promoises. I think Frost wanted to make us decide the priority for
ourselves. I haven't made up my mind yet, but I'm sure that this poem
deeply impressed me and other people around the world.
Suuny from Korea, South
Comment -349 of , added on May 25th, 2008 at 8:42 AM.
thank u all for your comments as its helping me for my exam
this poem is definitely an inspiration for all of us,it reminds us that we
are in a journey with lots of works to be completed before it ends and
remarks that time waits for none..
jannat from Bangladesh