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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.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
In this poem we can see that Robert Frost talk about death suicide and the need to keep fighting to survive .Every human being passes through one moment or another these famous woods where reason disappears and where we allow ourselves to perish .However we all have promises to keep .
In the Anglo-Saxon culture, the woods have something to worry about, we characterize it to be the territory of the witches sheltered from the sunlight and it is important not to forget the fact that the whole scene occurs in the darkest night of the year
The poet knows who owns these woods. This mysterious figure unable to pierce the darkness of the woods could well be God. This relentless night is first of all that of the poet, struck by a disturbing torpor. His rationality has collapsed, a veil covers his mind. The survival instinct reacts (the "horse" pulls on his reindeer to wake up the poet), but nothing helps. Lost in the twists and turns of his darkest thoughts, the poet seems unable to escape this maze of icy trees.
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But these woods are captivating, charming and magnificent, even if they are dark and deep gloomy. Are they so charming as to be buried by the snow and die there? No, because the poet has promises to keep and places to go before sleeping. ”Sleep“.
The end of the poem has something eternal, which reminds us of eternal sleep
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The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Sandburg explores the theme of change. When the poem opens, for example, the city is calm and quiet, but it changes rapidly when the fog descends. The fog, therefore, acts as a force for change, transforming the city into a misty place. In the final line, the fog "moves on" as quickly as it arrived, suggesting that change is an unavoidable and natural process.
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These two poets showed us aspects of our society, one by showing us its gloomy side and at the same time bewitching. The other poet made us understand that the problems arrive but that they will disappear like the fog and it shows that in the Twenties the United States had certain problems, economic, political etc but in the same way that they came they left.
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