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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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Robert Frost has written many wonderful poems and pieces that use nature to draw metaphor on human issues, but this piece is more straight forward to me. The speaker is weary and cold, but still appreciative of something as simple as undisturbed snow and relative quiet. We are made aware of the solitude, and the speaker seems to appreciate this as well. For a weary person on a deadline, small pleasures can bring enormous comfort. Even something as small as falling snowflakes.

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The speaker in this piece seems to be either a merchant or a traveler, probably educated more from the world than from schooling. Time is a factor in this piece, and the speaker seems to want to soak in every moment of this rest he takes to watch the snow. Even his horse is anxious to leave and continue on to their destination, but the speaker almost seems to relish the pause. It seems as if he is very weary from his travels.

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Listening to the snow fall in the field across from my grandmother's house.

Playing "night football" in the snow as a child.

Testing the ice on the pond near my childhood home.

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Snowy trees

undisturbed snow

trees surrounding a clearing

a man in a horse drawn sleigh

the horse's breath steaming the air

dusk

blue tint on the snow from the evening light

a depression in the snow from the iced lake's shore

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The writer's wants contrast with the task at hand,

"He will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow."

"I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep."

Contrast of sounds

"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."

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iambic tetrameter: 4 lines per meter, with 4 iambs.

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Queer: Strange or odd.

Downy: Soft and fluffy

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The woods

Snow

Darkness

Relative quiet

Late evening/night time

"And miles to go before I sleep."

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Alliteration

Whose woods

His house

Dark and deep

See me stopping

Watch his woods

Sound's the sweep

Assonance

Know/though/snow

Queer/near/year

Shake/mistake/flake

Deep/keep/sleep

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Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening 

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Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening 

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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.