Several generations of American students have now had the experience of being told by an English teacher that they’d been reading Robert Frost all wrong, even if they’d never read him at all. Most, at least, had seen his lines “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— / I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference” — or in any case, they’d heard them quoted with intent to inspire. “ ‘The Road Not Taken’ has nothing to do with inspiration and stick-to-it-iveness,” writes The Hedgehog Review’s Ed Simon in a reflection on Frost’s 150th birthday. Rather, “it’s a melancholic exhalation at the futility of choice, a dirge about enduring in the face of meaninglessness.”
Similarly misinterpreted is Frost’s second-known poem, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” whose wagon-driving narrator declares that “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.” You can hear the whole thing read aloud by Frost himself in the new video above from Evan Puschak, better known as the Nerdwriter. “What draws me in is the crystalline clarity of the imagery,” says Puschak. “You instantly picture this quiet, wintry evening scene that Frost conjures,” one that feels as if it belongs in “a liminal space” where “time and nature are not divided and structured in human ways.”
Frost evokes this feeling “precisely by structuring time and space in a human way” — that is, using the structures of poetry. Puschak breaks down the relevant techniques like its rhythm, meter, and rhyme scheme (rhyming being a quality of his work that once got him labeled, as Simon puts it, “a jingle man out of step with the prosodic conventions of the twentieth century”). But “the seeming simplicity of the imagery, phrasing, and structure of this poem conceal a lot of subtlety,” and the more you look at it, “the more you see the real world intruding on the narrator’s meditative moment.”
“It’s hard not to read ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ as concerning self-annihilation (albeit self-annihilation avoided),” writes Simon. After all, why place that “But” after “the observation of the dark, lovely finality of the woods, of that frozen lake so amenable to drowning oneself, if only then to reaffirm that here are promises to keep, miles to go before he sleeps, responsibilities and duties that must be fulfilled before death can be entertained?” This is hardly the kind of subject you’d expect from “the Norman Rockwell of verse,” as Frost’s sheer accessibility led many to perceive him. But as with poetry of any culture or era, sufficiently close reading is what really makes all the difference.
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Based in Seoul, Colin Marshall writes and broadcasts on cities, language, and culture. His projects include the Substack newsletter Books on Cities and the book The Stateless City: a Walk through 21st-Century Los Angeles. Follow him on the social network formerly known as Twitter at @colinmarshall.
Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening has always been my favorite. I remember President Kennedy’s inauguration, although I was maybe 16 & too young to vote.
Frost was a marvelous communicator.He seemed to be able to say the most with words.
Ima New Hampshire girl myself so Frost’s poems always remind me of home.
Just to explain. Like all modern poets, Robert Frost deliberately produced work that could be interpreted in a number of ways. Frost was a superb craftsman — you don’t win four Pulitzer Prizes on sheer inspiration alone — and this poem is no exception. It is about familiarity, part of that range of human conditions that Frost so brilliantly elicits throughout his work.
Yes, the rhyming scheme is crucial but not quite in the way that Evan identifies. First of all, we know that this lovely poem is about familiarity because Frost tells us it is — three times, at the start, in the middle and at the end. He thinks he is acquainted with the owner of the woods — indeed, he even knows where he lives. Familiarity. Secondly, although we no longer get about on horseback as folk did in New England in the early part of the twentieth century, anyone who has walked a dog and stopped to chat to someone, recognises instantly the puzzled reaction of the horse. The dog pulling at the leash, eager to move onto the next smell. Why have we stopped here? Familiarity. And finally the need to make the next deadline. Promises to keep. Meetings to go to. Trains to catch. Webinars to log into. Familiarity.
And apart from the sublime language, Frost nails it all into place with the rhyming scheme. AABA BBCB CCDC DDDD. Each successive verse has three lines that have a physical relationship with the third line of the previous verse. The reader recognises the rhyme because he has encountered it earlier. Yes folks, in a poem about familiarity, Robert Frost has physically built into THE STRUCTURE OF THE POEM ITSELF the reality of familiarity contained within the rhyming scheme.
This is not by accident. This is a poetic genius at work.
“Well Said” as my nonogenarian VT farmer use to say in agreement and approval. Frost’s genius shines through in his feel for the settyings, the charcters he creates, his understanding of the scope his audience appreciation before even getting to his amazing mastery of English finding the words that convey all that as well while fitting the rhyme, rythm, meter, etc. that present his message in a way that glows through time and change..
As a Middlebury College student my brother George knew Robert Frost. He and other students often say& talked with him in local coffee shop. Frost was a wise humble knowledgeable man who enjoyed sharing company with others. How privileged they were. Gail Logan