Lines 9-12 Although this stanza begins with an auditory image, the shaking of the harness bells, the greater emphasis of the stanza is on silence. During this time, he met such literary figures as Ezra Pound, an American expatriate poet and champion of innovative literary approaches, and Edward Thomas, a young English poet associated with the Georgian poetry movement then popular in. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. He is, after all, a man of business who has promised his time, his future to other people. Of possession, of the darkness of the world in the woods, from his safe world of light and known, named things.
I considered for a moment winding up with a three line stanza. The second stanza provides a more in depth view of the imagery sketched out in the first; it also provides a more definite time and location. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. After a few minutes, the ringing of bells on his horse helped him to regain his composure, and he continued his journey home. What may seem to most readers hardly a metapoetical lyric actually speaks to the central concern of the poet as a poet when the form of the poem is taken as its theme. Underneath the surface it has a slightly deeper meaning.
The metaphorical implication is well hidden, with no hint offered like a call to come in To the dark and lament. It asks students to list items in sequential order and answer questions based on their reading of the poem. To ask if there is some mistake 1. He is a bit happy that the owner stays in the village and he will not be questioned for intruding here, he has no chance to see him stopping hers. Frost continued to write prolifically over the years and received numerous literary awards as well as honors from the United States government and American universities.
Or does the poem merely describe the temptation to sit and watch beauty while responsibilities are forgotten—to succumb to a mood for a while? The categories either seem too fixed should we only associate men with activity and business? In addition to fricatives, nasals--m, n, and the consonant at the end of sing, which is a single consonant although spelled with two letters--have duration and add length. Promises are broken every day by people who find some reason to forgive themselves. It would be a poor Christmas, but Christmas is a time of love. He gets this sense of serenity and simplicity as he gapes on at the act nature makes. The third stanza of the poem brings the strangeness of the situation to a head. In this passage, Kemp is suggesting that Frost is able to use language skillfully, that he is able to draw several levels of meaning from each word and line, and that he is able to do so attractively.
Some of them occurred much earlier within his lifetime but would have certainly stayed with him the whole time. When we go through the last two lines of the poem the poet makes us think the poem bear a different tone the straight forward meaning of the concluding couplet makes us face that the traveller will take the rest of the journey and them take rest. Therefore, he puts his wishes and starts his journey again. He says he knows whose woods are these, but he is sure the owner of the woods will not notice his presence because he is in the village. Furthermore, he gave me a glimpse into his personal life that exposed the mettle of the man.
It is the human who is able to temporarily put aside the idea of property ownership and destination and to appreciate the moment. On the other hand it can be decided that if the poem can be read in almost any fashion it becomes meaningless. At the same time it is deep and dark which reflects its uncanny and unknown part. In both cases the motive is the product, not the antecedent, of engagements with alien entanglementsthat is, with the coercive motives, however benign, of form and state. It is not known who the person is, nor whether male or female. Then we are almost ready to fall into the snow with the speaker.
The poem is made up of contrasting images of the natural and the man-made: the woods and the village, the farmhouse and the lake, even the horse and the harness-bells. A complete list of these oppositions would be unusually long for such a short poem: man and nature, masculine and feminine, emptiness and fullness, business and pleasure, movement and stopping, society and solitude, life and death, activity and sleep, and so on. The concluding couplet is a bit intriguing as they are repeated. The impression of aloneness in the first two lines prepares for concentration on seeing the strange process not of snow falling, but of woods 'filling up. He's lucky, the frightened poem says while I'm out here in the dark evening with the first flakes of snow beginning to blur my vision and causing my horse to shudder, shake its reins, and ask why we have stopped. Is he a horse mind reader or is it possible that he knows his animal that well? And the fact that the horse knows that they have to stop by a farmhouse also hints at the fact that the task they are doing is not a new one and the narrator might be doing it in a repeated manner as and when required. The last two lines then feel like a fade out, not simply because of the repetition, but due to the return of the rhythm and the absence of a new linking word: all four lines of this stanza rhyme.
Since there are no other people around, he seems to be at ease with himself. He does not want or expect to be seen. Like the woods it describes, the poem is lovely but entices us with dark depths—of interpretation, in this case. . When he finally arrived, there was no market for his goods.
At the appointed time, I was seated and eagerly awaiting his entrance—armed with a book of his poems and unaware of what was about to occur. 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. He was ready to face his family. This exchange and merger of container and containedof outside and inside, form and contentis central to Frost's understanding of motive. The poem is made to make the mind just that.