Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost (read by Tom O'Bedlam)
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- Опубликовано: 20 дек 2008
- The last two lines appear to be the same, but do they mean the same thing?
Terse Verse:
Rode a horse, then told him whoa,
took a gander at some trees,
gazed upon a lot of snow,
left before my ass could freeze.
..... Rachel Lindley 
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"The last two lines appear to be the same, but do they mean the same thing?"
No; one is literal and the other eternal.
Me, Tom O'Bedlam. I read everything in this SpokenVerse channel. I hope you'll find time to listen to a few more.
This poem has long been my favorite,going back to when I first read it as a child.Your rendition brings it to life for me,in a way that feels as though I have heard it for the first time.You shall forever be the voice of this classic work of magnificent simplicity.Thank you
I am a sucker for poems, which rhymes so beautifully and Frost is a master as such!
Thank you for reading this !!!
You have nice voice for the spoken word. I first heard this poem, in first grade back in 1961, it was and is my favorite, and Robert Frost my favorite Poet. Thou I come to enjoy the work of Anton Chekov. I found that unemployment allowed me to read a lot more than I would have other wise. When I was a kid, I didn't like to read unless I had to, Now approaching 60, I read two books a week at least. The Amazon Kindle is the greatest thing going.
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Sorry, but you're wrong. Frost stayed up throughout the night and wrote this in the morning in what he called a state of hallucination. The "woods" is common american literary symbolism for the border of the earthly and supernatural, of death, and the darkness of the unknown. He is clearly entranced with the seduction of death in such a beautiful, silent woods, but heads onwards through the trudging miles of life.
Haunting. The sense of isolation is terrifying; the almost premonition like "shake" of the horse's head makes me feel uneasy and the repetition of that last line is prophetic for us all in some way...
I awoke this morning, near Illinois corn and drank in this poem, written by a poet from my Massachusetts, and read so eloquently by Spokenverse.
Truly authentic to the scribe himself,
who reads the verse, just so, himself,
no one else, on a youtube video that stands by itself.
And still as a blackbird, roosting on a post,
I listened to SpokenVerse read it clearly, utmost.
beautiful beyond belief
the wording of a traveling man
that such a scene can be relief-
these deep stares of a poet's pan
and what few pictures underneath
show low-filled woods under the words
and though he stood so still and brief
and left the white night undisturbed
he left no smile, nod or grief
but left his story to be stirred
thank u for the upload.enjoyed the narration
this. this is what i've been looking for
Heard this first when I was a kid in high school and now fully grown its still good.
One of the best poem in English ever. And a great recital.
You're right and the version I copied is wrong. But it's a common mondegreen, as in:
"Whose woods are these I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To sign my name in yellow snow."
This is a wonderful channel. Great work.
When the guy started talking, I literally jumped XD Lol. But, this is a wonderful poem. Love it.
A lovely poem beautifully read
superbly done. brav'o
I love this poem
Yes. I always thought of it as the darkest.
u have a sensational voice I must add👌
I sleep........ I sleep. This repetition is clearly a reference to Shakespeare's line about death, via suicide. "To die, to sleep. To sleep, perchance to dream...."
thanks for help with my homework lol but it is a cool poem and i dont like poems that much but thats a good one
LOL, that's good.
and miles to go befor i sleep i think i understand this poem but i know nothing
If a poem is read more slowly than normal reading speed then it loses structure: the rhymes and metre don't work.
If you're trying to learn it for school, use the pause button.
Who recites this?
Beyond a grammatical interpretation, this poem is simply about enjoying life through our eyes and a subtle reminder that we shouldn't care what the rest of the world thinks... As far as we are happy. Sometimes. we forget to see the beauty of life like when we were just kids.