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A 3 page paper which analyzes one of Frost’s most popular and enduring poems. Bibliography lists 2 sources.
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3 pages (~225 words per page)
File: TG15_TGstopwood.rtf
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man or woman pausing for a moment to take in some rustic snow-blanketed landscape by twilight. The first stanza of the first-person narrative begins with the relatively simple contemplative
thought: 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 (Frost 224). The first stanza also establishes the structural form for the rest of the poem, consisting of four iambic lines with emphasis on the fourth syllable, with
the first, second, and fourth lines rhyming. Why the third line is inconsistent becomes clear in the next stanza, which reads, 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 (Frost 224). Now, it becomes apparent that the second line is establishing the
rhyme scheme of the opening line of the stanza that follows. In the second stanza, the story begins to take shape. There is a symbolic contrast of light
(the falling snow) and the darkness of night, which may cause the reader to speculate as to why the speaker is riding into the woods on such a cold, dark
night. Is it merely to look at the scenery, or is there another more profound reason? In the third stanza, the point-of-view shifts from the male or female narrator
to the horse: He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sounds the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake (Frost
224). This stanza has a greater air of mystery than the preceding two, which forces the reader to ponder if maybe there is more going on in this poem
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