Slightly
short and detailed, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”, is a rather simple
poem. It’s about a man riding on his horse who stops to watch the snow fill up
the woods. For a second he wonders whose woods he lingers in but realizes the
owner lives in the village. Being they are in the middle of nowhere with no
farmhouse near, his horse impatiently moves, ringing his bells. With this he
must go on, for he has to go on with his life. The way Robert Frost repeats the
last line, “and miles to go before I sleep”, is brilliant. It just adds some
taste to the poem. Though, I don’t really know what I’m talking about when it
comes to poems, I feel like he’s going through something. Seems like a simple
poem with really no point, besides how picturesque snow falling on the woods
is. Maybe there is more to the man that this poem doesn't portray.
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