Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening is a poem about the speaker stopping to admire the beauty of winter in the woods, only to be frightened away by sounds from within. This poem tells the story of a traveler’s musings as he walks through woods and observes the stillness and beauty of a Snowy Evening. This essay is about a man who wants to give up on life and sees that the woods are lovely and think they might be better than death.
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.
~ BY ROBERT FROST