Robert Frost - Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (“The woods are lovely dark and deep“)

“The woods are lovely dark and deep but I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep“ A recitation of one of the most famous poems by Robert Frost with text (or lyrics, as many people tend to refer to them) provided on screen. The poem begins with the line “Whose woods these are I think I know“. On the surface level, the poem features a lone wagon driver stopping with his horse to look at snowy woods on “the darkest evening of the year“. As for the deeper meaning of the poem, we could say that the woods represent the stillness and mistery of death. While this state proves to be almost inviting to the speaker (“The woods are lovely, dark and deep“), he states that he has “promises to keep“ and many more years to live and experiences to have before he enters the realm of death (“miles to go before I sleep“). At the same time, the poem could be seen as simply being about the serenity one finds in the contemplation of nature. First published in “New Hampshire“ (1923). As of January 1st 2019, this poem has entered the public domain. “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening“ by Robert Frost read aloud in English by me. Featured images are free to use under the Creative Commons Zero (CC0) License. First image in order of appearance is a resized version of an image by Mark Gilder from Pixabay (). Second image in order of appearance is a resized version and slightly modified version of an image by Tomislav Jakupec from Pixabay (). Third image in order of appearance is a resized version of an image by Free-Photos from Pixabay (). “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening“ by Robert Frost 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.