{"id":2536,"date":"2017-08-29T17:20:11","date_gmt":"2017-08-30T00:20:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thewritersscrapbin.com\/staging\/7882\/?p=2536"},"modified":"2017-08-29T17:20:11","modified_gmt":"2017-08-30T00:20:11","slug":"robert-frost","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thewritersscrapbin.com\/staging\/7882\/robert-frost\/","title":{"rendered":"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We all hit a time in our lives&#8211;multiple times, in many cases&#8211;in which we find ourselves so busy that we suddenly feel as though we can&#8217;t do anything. At least, I&#8217;ve hit that wall several times and many of my family and friends have been there at some point, too. You know that work has to be done but the very thought of it makes you want to curl up in a ball or hide. We push through it, though. So here I am, trying to push past my anxiety long enough to get some work down without a panic attack, when a poem by Robert Frost pops into my head.<\/p>\n<p>As you&#8217;ve probably figured out, I&#8217;m a moderate Frost fan. I&#8217;m not a complete fanatic but a couple of my favorite poems are by him. The poem which keeps coming into my head as I struggle to work is one of my all-time favorites: &#8220;Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve loved that poem since I memorized it for a school project in the sixth grade. I used to be able to recite it at the drop of a hat&#8211;of course, thanks to a combination of time, technology, and mental health issues, my memory isn&#8217;t quite what it used to be, but I can still drop a couple of lines before running into any problems.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_2539\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2539\" style=\"width: 401px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.thewritersscrapbin.com\/staging\/7882\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Snowyevening.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"wp-image-2539 \" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.thewritersscrapbin.com\/staging\/7882\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Snowyevening.jpg?resize=401%2C267\" alt=\"\" width=\"401\" height=\"267\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.thewritersscrapbin.com\/staging\/7882\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Snowyevening.jpg?resize=300%2C200&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.thewritersscrapbin.com\/staging\/7882\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Snowyevening.jpg?resize=768%2C512&amp;ssl=1 768w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.thewritersscrapbin.com\/staging\/7882\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/08\/Snowyevening.jpg?w=1024&amp;ssl=1 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 401px) 100vw, 401px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-2539\" class=\"wp-caption-text\"><br \/>Image retrieved from <a href=\"https:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/becca3k\/2285176821\">Flickr<\/a><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>Anyway, this poem, although a bit depressing, brings me an odd sort of calm, especially when I&#8217;m stressed. That&#8217;s why I wanted to share Frost&#8217;s work here:<\/p>\n<div class=\"poemline stanza\"><span id=\"poemline-0\" class=\"line-text\">Whose woods these are I think I know.<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-1\" class=\"line-text\">His house is in the village though;<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-2\" class=\"line-text\">He will not see me stopping here<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-3\" class=\"line-text\">To watch his woods fill up with snow.<\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-4\" class=\"line-text\">My little horse must think it queer<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span class=\"line-no\">T<\/span><span id=\"poemline-5\" class=\"line-text\">o stop without a farmhouse near<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-6\" class=\"line-text\">Between the woods and frozen lake<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-7\" class=\"line-text\">The darkest evening of the year.<\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-8\" class=\"line-text\">He gives his harness bells a shake<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-9\" class=\"line-text\">To ask if there is some mistake.<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-10\" class=\"line-text\">The only other sound&#8217;s the sweep<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-11\" class=\"line-text\">Of easy wind and downy flake.<\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-12\" class=\"line-text\">The woods are lovely, dark and deep.<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-13\" class=\"line-text\">But I have promises to keep,<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-14\" class=\"line-text\">And miles to go before I sleep,<\/span><\/div>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><span id=\"poemline-15\" class=\"line-text\">And miles to go before I sleep.<\/span><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"poemline\"><em>&#8211;Robert Frost, retrieved from <\/em><a href=\"http:\/\/rpo.library.utoronto.ca\/poems\/stopping-woods-snowy-evening\">Representative Poetry Online<\/a><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"poemline\">A popular interpretation of this poem is as a contemplation of suicide. I can certainly see the basis and evidence for this interpretation. However, for my own sanity&#8217;s sake, I take a slightly more literal and much less grim approach to Frost&#8217;s writing.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"poemline\">I see this poem as the grievances of an overworked individual, someone who has had so much piled onto his plate that he must struggle in order to finish the work before he can get some well-deserved rest. He sees no source for aid and it&#8217;s the darkest, loneliest part of his life; this part is one of many in which my interpretation intersects with the suicide one. The two approaches differ in that I take the allure of the woods to more being a desire to stray from the already-forged path, to break from the busy, routine life and get some rest.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"poemline\">Really, I look at the poem this way more out of a personal attitude than as true literary analysis. This poem reminds me that we all must pull ourselves along when we are struggling to maintain. That&#8217;s why, in these times, I prefer to see it as a need for a break rather than contemplation of suicide; for me, the latter is not an option, but I understand the emotions which Frost expresses.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"poemline\">Now I must return to my work, for I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<div class=\"poemline\">What do you think of this poem? Do you have any works or quotes that you think about when you&#8217;re feeling stressed or down? Share your thoughts in the comments.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_392\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-392\" style=\"width: 159px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.thewritersscrapbin.com\/staging\/7882\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/logo.jpg\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-392\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.thewritersscrapbin.com\/staging\/7882\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/logo.jpg?resize=159%2C140\" alt=\"\" width=\"159\" height=\"140\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-392\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Designed by Stephanie Hoogstad circa 2011<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We all hit a time in our lives&#8211;multiple times, in many cases&#8211;in which we find ourselves so busy that we suddenly feel as though we can&#8217;t do anything. 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