Stopping by Woods on a Snowy EveningWhose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sound's the sweepOf 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.
Poem Analysis•This poem represents the feeilng of a nomadic soul during this time. Many Americans tended to wander and take small journeys in order to walk away from their problems they were having at the moment. Sometimes they were journeys taken for self-discovery, and sometimes they were made to keep promises. As mentioned in the poem, these journeys were usual tiring and long. This is seen when Frost states "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."
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Woods, International Marxist Tendency, Carl Sandburg