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Comment 158 of 538, added on March 11th, 2006 at 5:03 PM.
omfg i hate writing essays on poems ive studied this poem 3 years in a row
its so boring
myself from New Zealand
Comment 157 of 538, added on March 9th, 2006 at 12:24 PM.
i think it's about a guy who goes here every year during winter and chill
out there becuase it's really peaceful and nice to him when he wants to get
away by himself before he heads out again to start his journey to find some
where to rest and sleep.
kristin from United States
Comment 156 of 538, added on March 9th, 2006 at 7:31 AM.
I felt this poem as a good one which encourages us for our future life
through the last 2 lines "And miles to go before I sleep". This tells us
that we have much more jobs to do in our life
Abraham Jaison from India
Comment 155 of 538, added on March 9th, 2006 at 12:47 AM.
I actually believe the woods to be death. Death seems lovely at times, and
it is especially dark and deep, but there is a long journey ahead before we
can sleep.
After I read the last four lines, they helped me understand that even
though death seems so beautiful, I have a life to lead before I can journey
into those woods.
Instead of observing the beauty of life, I rather feel he was observing the
beauty of death.
samantha from United States
Comment 154 of 538, added on March 8th, 2006 at 1:40 PM.
I didn't understand anything after reading this poem. Ha ha ha
Hidden from India
Comment 153 of 538, added on March 1st, 2006 at 9:30 PM.
This poem has nothing to do with sex.
It`s simply opening one`s eyes to the beauty around us.
Savouring the moment.
I refer that lady to the poem `Leisure` by W.H.Davies.
Neil Wilson
Comment 152 of 538, added on February 22nd, 2006 at 9:33 PM.
The first time i read this the image that came to me wa a man about to have
sex with a next man's wife and thats not the only lady he has to visit, he
has more than one more visit to make for the night. This actually makes
perfect sense if you read the poem thinking that way. Then it could mean
what other people with their heads out of the gutter would think its a man
on the journey of life stopping for a while to observe the beauty of life
before going on the road of life again. Personally i think the first
explanation goes better with the poem.
Antonio Scott from Jamaica
Comment 151 of 538, added on February 16th, 2006 at 3:12 AM.
An inspiring poem which influences the readers with its simple language.
Man's value of existence in this universe is emphasized by juxtaposing him
with other being (horse). Man has more responspilities rather than other
beings. Within the limited time man has to accomplish his duties and
continue his journey of life before his life ends. The five sense horse
thinks and asks a question whether the poet has lost his sense and why he
stops at the darkest night of the year. However the poet concludes that he
has to continue his journey to finish his promises. The poet feels this
short time of taking rest to admire the beauty of snow fall on the woods
will refresh and energise him to continiue his work.
E.Benhur Arunodhayam from India
Comment 150 of 538, added on February 14th, 2006 at 5:05 PM.
I think of your poem's as a sign of dignity and passion for winter. I think
that your poems are very illestrative and show a unique quantity of talent.
I would like to know more about your poem's in more special way's.
Robert from United States
Comment 149 of 538, added on February 11th, 2006 at 2:27 PM.
I tried to get my own conclusion before reading other comments. First time
I read it I thought it was about a man about to be unfaithful. The "lovely,
dark, and deep" being the woman. His horse was his... The promises of
course refering to his wife.
Then I thought of thief .
Nereyda Hinojosa from United States
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omfg i hate writing essays on poems ive studied this poem 3 years in a row
its so boring
myself from New Zealand