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| Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (13th Feb 09 at 9:23pm UTC)
Robert Frost | | This is actually one of my favorite poems, this poem is in the public domain, so it is excerpted below. :].
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.
I done a few projects on this exact topic. Over the times of the projects I have done, and talking to others, I have a few theories about this. :]. So brace for a long post!
A beating rhythm is not the fact to prove if one has a conscious or nor. Hopelessly grasping for one's existence can change everything. Stories across time show that some people live until their life is complete.
Faith keeps people going. Hope completes the equation. The human race ties faith and hope with desire; a desire to soar. A desire to survive; a desire to be the best. Social Darwinism states that the fittest survive. Humans survived countless famines, plagues and wars. Humans don't act in a very civilized way to many; as it can be seen the human species act before they think a lot.
Becoming a defeatist isn't easy; it's never easy to admit defeat. People rather to fight, die, and stare at the amorphous heavens then to surrender. The narrator in the poem, "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost admits a type of defeat in my opinion. Though rather if or not the narrator became a defeatist is in my mind still in debate, but due to popular belief from discussions with others the narrator was a defeatist.
On a quest, the narrator has memories of the past flashing before his eyes. Just barely clinging onto life the narrator knows he needs to finish something. The statement, "And miles to go before I sleep," found on line fifteen was repeated, possible making a stronger effect? It also to me shos he is far from giving up. As stated before, earlier in this post, giving up ISN'T easy.
In war many times people will fight to the death. Rarely sleeping, rarely stopping, and the ideal of walking away rarely comes up. Battles are usually fought until one side loses or admits defeat. When in all, both sides usually loose. Apparently the narrator wants to live on. If the narrator is about to die, he lost the battle of life, but also, did the world loose somebody of significant purpose? In popular belief people are important, every single life is precious. So is it possible every death is a loss to the world?
A desire to soar, a desire to live all ties into one desire, a desire of improvement. The human race wishes to improve beyond imagination. Hell, look around, it amazes me we even gotten this far in technology, medical science, and so much more. A breathless scene can become rare, but the narrator seems to be facing many wonderful memories, memories where he lost the breath as the beauty of his' surroundings took the last few breaths he ever will have.
Being questioned, "He gives his harness bells a shake, to ask if there is some mistake." Lines nine and ten, People have questions throughout their life. People are questioned because of their actions. It is utterly near impossible to know what the narrator was thinking at this time in my opinion. I am very interested in hearing theories on these two lines and exactly what they mean to you or to others.
Still, keeping a desire to live on is a fierce desire. Desires can destroy a person, they can overwhelm one. "But I have promises to keep," (line 14) Perhaps the narrator is stating that he wanted to fulfill his last promise or desire? But as lines fifteen and sixteen comes around, the repeated lines "And miles to go before I sleep", it shows to me that it is likely, or possible he never had the time to fulfill his last desire or promise.
Utterly, overall; people can become overwhelmed by a moment that all of the same race must live through one day. The last minute of life may be full of bliss, but one will never know until it is their last minute of life. The question remains to me is: Is life worth living? One will know the answer to this question when death catches up to them.
Well, this was my view on the poem. Some people may match, vary, or be different. I encourage discussion and for my theories to be ripped apart. I feel Robert Frost's works were all very similar upon this theme. Several of his novels had something like this and the men fell asleep in the snow and never woke. Is it possible this can be related?
I'm interested in all and any theories regarding this poem. :]. | |
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