Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

I hope you will enjoy this short poem by Robert Frost. This is really more of a soundscape than a video, but there are some beautiful winter photographs to see.


Text of the poem can be found here:

http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/4164-Robert-Frost-Stopping-By-Woods-On-A-Snowy-Eve...

Credits:

Sound effects --

SleighBellsPass1, by daveincamas, http://freesound.iua.upf.edu/samplesViewSingle.php?id=45045

Horse snort 2, by ERH, http://freesound.iua.upf.edu/samplesViewSingle.php?id=32043

HorseGoingBy, by acclivity, http://freesound.iua.upf.edu/samplesViewSingle.php?id=33848

Walkinginsnow, by Spandau, http://freesound.iua.upf.edu/samplesViewSingle.php?id=30833

lg wind2.wav, by lgarrett, http://freesound.iua.upf.edu/samplesViewSingle.php?id=17140

snow_sleet_on_pin_oak, by sanus_excipio, http://freesound.iua.upf.edu/samplesViewSingle.php?id=44921

Photography --

Winter Forest, by Goldbeere, http://www.flickr.com/photos/goldbeere/98793129/

Mid-Winter at Nuuksio, by /kallu, http://www.flickr.com/photos/kallu/82948300/

Winter, by vlod007, http://www.flickr.com/photos/8104587@N08/478665457/

Creek and Forest, by Joshua Davis, http://www.flickr.com/photos/articnomad/98817581/

Walking in the forest, by germanium, http://www.flickr.com/photos/germanium/93675124/


Copyright 2007 by Urgelt, Creative Commons Non-Commercial Share-Alike 3.0 license. You can view the license here:

http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-sa/3.0/

I wish everyone peace and happiness in this holiday season, and in all seasons to come.

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• Snowy
• Evening

[Meidrexx]

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[Urgelt]

Just a clarification for those who read comments: this isn't a spam link, it's a music video which borrows my voice reading Robert Frost's poem. Generally, I permit creative re-use of my copyrighted videos so long as credit is given and a link to the original content is furnished. Meidrexx is in compliance.

It's a nice and relaxing video, check it out.

[etbella3]

Robert Frost's tribute to the survival spirit of the wild mustangs. They survived the harshest of weather conditions, but they could not survive Washington's mustang slaughter bill. Maybe now Washington won't survive. Let's ask Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords what she thinks. Oh, we can't, she got shot in the head and can't speak anymore. As mute as the cows she tortured and the mustangs she slaughtered. Oh well, stuff happens.

[Urgelt]

Eh. Frost is well-known for subtlety, so I would be the last to assert that I know all that was intended by him in this poem.

Still, I'm skeptical of your interpretation. I took this poem to be entirely human in its scope, and I most assuredly do not see a rational connection between poem, wild mustangs, Congress, and the violent actions of an obvious paranoid schizophrenic.

[tattoofthesun]

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

and left his story to be stirred

[kindlydude]

th wrld's mde fresh w flng sno bt th wds r drk 'n dp 'n lo, wch pth 2 tk? I thk i no, th 1 tht lds to hearth's swt glo~whr hrts r lit n Mithric glo! Frost read for JFK's inauguration right? I remember his hand trembling like autumn's rustling leaves or was it his papers? If I'm recalling this correctly his pages flew away & he recited another poem from memory & not the one he had prepared? Perfect for the Winter Solstice, '...the darkest evening of the year. We are all tested in such a way...

[prettyalexis15]

Omg i hade to say this in front of my class

[Ashey123339]

We had to SING this in our Chorus

[mohsankayani]

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,

[Steph6n]

well, well done. I very much enjoy your way of reading poems with sound effects.

[TheBanjo249]

omg i love this!