A Brief Analysis of Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost


 Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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.   

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.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   
To ask if there is some mistake.   
The only other sound’s the sweep   
Of easy wind and downy flake.   

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.

Style of the Poem
The poem 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening' by Robert Frost has four stanzas, all quatrains of iambic tetrameter, that is, each line has four beats, stressed syllables, maintaining a regular rhythm in the poem. The rhyme scheme is aaba, bbcb, ccdc, and dddd.
All the lines flow, there is no punctuation to create pauses.
Imagery is used to make readers feel things through five sense-'sleep' is an extended metaphor represents 'death'.

Theme of the Poem
The poem comprises the thoughts of the speaker, why he stops and why he wants to stay in the lap of the nature forgetting all his worldly affairs. The horse-rider wants to take a moment to pause in the quiet woods to watch the snow-filled woods.
He is tempted to stay longer but his horse reminds him his duty and obligation. he knows he has to travel a lot, it means he has to perform a lot of duties.
This poem talks about one's commitment and duty in the life.

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.
It shows the speaker's responsibility and duty. He is determined to
attend all his worldly affairs before he sleeps (dies). He knows that he is not supposed to enjoy  worldly pleasures.

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