Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert FrostEver since it was published in 1978, the picture-book presentation of Robert Frosts poem Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening has been an enduring favorite. For this special edition with a new design, trim size, and three new spreads, Susan Jeffers has added more detail and subtle color to her sweeping backgrounds of frosty New England scenes. There are more animals to find among the trees, and the kindly figure with his promises to keep exudes warmth as he stops to appreciate the quiet delights of winter. The handsome new vellum jacket will attract new and old fans as it evokes a frost-covered windowpane. This celebration of a season makes an ideal holiday gift for a child, a teacher, or a host. Robert Frost (1874-1963) is one of Americas most celebrated poets and a four-time winner of the Pulitzer Prize.
Susan Jeffers is the illustrator of such distinguished picture books as Three Jovial Huntsmen, a Caldecott Honor Book; Rachel Fields Hitty; and the ABBY Award-winning Brother Eagle, Sister Sky, which was also a New York Times best-seller.
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Andrew has a keen interest in all aspects of poetry and writes extensively on the subject. His poems are published online and in print. Published in it quickly became a poem to keep in the memory and although many people know the words by heart, interpretation isn't quite as straightforward. Robert Frost, when asked if the poem had anything to do with death or suicide, denied it, preferring to keep everyone guessing by simply saying 'No', but many think that the poem can be construed as a dream-like image of someone passing away, or saying a final goodbye. It is this ambiguity that keeps the poem fresh. The narrative sets up this subtle tension between the timeless attraction of the lovely woods and the pressing obligations of present time. Whose woods these are I think I know.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
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Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
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.
On the surface, this poem is simplicity itself. The speaker is stopping by some woods on a snowy evening. He or she takes in the lovely scene in near-silence, is tempted to stay longer, but acknowledges the pull of obligations and the considerable distance yet to be traveled before he or she can rest for the night. The poem consists of four almost identically constructed stanzas. Each line is iambic, with four stressed syllables:.