Friday, February 17, 2017


Robert Frost  (1874 - 1963)

  Whose woods these are I think I know
His house is in the village thought;
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 in 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.

      The poem opens with the speaker standing in the deep woods. The scene becomes very attractive and catches our attention. Across the road, there is a frozen lake. the owner of the woods lives in a far off village. The rider knows him. But the owner of the woods will not see the rider watching the woods covered with snow.The rider stops on his way to enjoy the beauty of the woods.
      The horse thinks that it is very strange that the rider has stopped at a place where there is no farmhouse. it is evening and the snow is falling everywhere. it is the darkest evening of the year. The rider should not have stopped at a lonely place located between the frozen lake and the woods. The horse rightly thinks that there is some mistake on the part of the master.
      The horse shakes the bells of the harness to draw the attention of his master. it is a reminder to the rider to think if it is advisible to stop in the deep wood on a snowy evening. there is silence everywhere. The calm atmosphere of the woods is disturbed by the sound of the bells. There is no other sound except the falling of the snow and blowing of the wind.

       The rider is deeply attracted by the beauty of the scene. for a moment he forgets about his long journey. Suddenly he is reminded of his promises. He thinks that he has no time to enjoy the beauty of the woods covered with snow. He has many duties to preform. He has miles to go before he can reach his destination.

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