Who has written the poem "Stopping by the woods on a snowy eve"?

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Gurmeet Kaur asked 01-Oct-2018 in Literature & Language by Gurmeet Kaur

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Vishal Kesarwani answered 01-Oct-2018 by Vishal Kesarwani

"Robert Frost"

Who has written the poem "Stopping by the woods on a snowy eve"?


Born: 26 March 1874, San Francisco, California, United States
Died: 29 January 1963, Boston, Massachusetts, United States
"Stopping by the woods on a snowy eve"
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 sounds 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.

Poem Summary-
Our speaker is in the forested areas, yet he's trespassing. He first ponders who claims these woods. At the same moment, he reveals to us that he supposes he knows who possesses them. The fortunate landowner lives in a house in the town. In this way, our speaker won't cause harm for trespassing, in light of the fact that there's nobody to discover him trespassing.

Who has written the poem "Stopping by the woods on a snowy eve"?

Amazement! Our speaker has a steed, and this steed is nearly nothing. Our speaker psycho-examines his little pony and assumes that said little steed must believe it's quite abnormal for them to stop amidst no place, with nobody in locating, with not by any means a farmhouse close by, and positively no indication of feed.

Newsflash: the speaker and his little steed are chilling (quip expected) between the forested areas and a solidified lake. Ice skating? Not a chance. Additionally, it happens to be the darkest night of the year.
Little Horse is beginning to truly lose it. Luckily, he has some tackle chimes on his back, and he gives them a little shake so as to stand out enough to be noticed. The main different sounds are of a slight breeze and of falling snow.

Our speaker confesses to having a craving for the dull woods, yet he discloses to us he has activities, individuals to see and places to go. He has far to go before he can lay his head on his little cushion, so he would do well to go ahead.


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