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images. In fact, that might be precisely why the solstice is referred to as opposed to Christmas. "One was more wise than the other." It is not too far-fetched, I think, to see the equanimity of the poet at the end of "The Draft Horse" as a response to the anecdote, many years earlier, when the poet avoided meeting his "other" self. 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. You suddenly get an urge to pull your car off to the side of the road, get out, and to go stare at the woods while you watch the snow fall.
His house is in the village though He will. A famous line from this Robert Frost poem : and miles to go before I sleep. Explore metaphor and symbolism. Stopping by, woods.
DaDUM daDUM daDUM daDUM, this is called a iambic tetrameter. One of the nature imageries that have been used frequently by Robert Frost is the snow imagery. There are a lot of things between best friends that're never said, and if youif they're brought out, right out, too baldly, something's lost" (371-72). The Inferno continues: I cannot well repeat how there I entered, So full was I of slumber at the moment In which I had abandoned the true way. Those two categories of evidence, the self-consciously imposed and therefore suspect yet understandable human one, and the apparently indifferent yet comfortingly beautiful natural one, seem to produce the description of the woods as "lovely" and "dark and deep a place of both (dangerous) attraction and. It would appear that he is not only a scheduled man but a fairly convivial one. Surely the horse doesnt really have any such thoughts, right? Those who adhere strictly to custom regard deviant behavior superstitiously and suspect the worse when they observe. You know the poem, of course.
But then as we go to the second stanza, we see that the outlier carries over into the second stanza. Theres something illicit going on when the narrator stops to share an intimate experience with these woods, and then glances about nervously as if he might have been seen by the absent owner, who is off in the village. He seems to them a sensible, tender, humorous poet who knows all about trees and farms and folks in New England." This view crashes with that of "intellectuals who have "neglected or depreciated" him: "the reader of Eliot or Auden usually dismisses Frost as something. Frost, accordingly, as he continued to read it in public made fun of efforts to draw out or fix its meaning as something large and impressive, something to do with man's existential loneliness or other ultimate matters. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here. None of this is resolved; it is kept in complementary suspension. I believe it is almost an event." Balancing, unbalancing, rebalancing, those acts are the life of the poem, of the poet making and the reader taking. And then, in an equally easy transition, the teamster returns to himself, remembering that he has promises to keep and miles to go before he sleeps.