Robert Frost`s Poems Essay, Research Paper

Robert Frost takes our imagination to a journey through wintertime with his two

poems ?Desert Places? and ?Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.? Frost

comes from a New England background and these two poems reflect the beautiful

scenery that is present in our part of the country. Even though these poems both

have winter settings, they contain very different tones. One has a feeling of

depressing loneliness, and the other a feeling of welcome solitude. They show

how the same setting can have totally different impacts on a person depending on

their mindset at the time. These poems are both made up of simple stanzas and

diction, but they are not simple poems. In the poem ?Desert Places? the

speaker is a man who is traveling through the countryside on a beautiful winter

evening. He is completely surrounded with feelings of loneliness. The speaker

views a snow-covered field as a desert place. ?A blanker whiteness of

benighted snow/ With no expression, nothing to express.? Whiteness and

blankness are two key ideas in this poem. The white symbolizes open and empty

spaces. The snow is a white blanket that covers up everything living. The

blankness symbolizes the emptiness that the speaker feels. To him there is

nothing else around except for the unfeeling snow and his lonely thoughts. The

speaker in this poem is jealous of the woods. ?The woods around it have it ?

it is theirs.? The woods symbolize people and society. They have something

that belongs to them, something to feel a part of. The woods have its place in

nature and it is also a part of a bigger picture. The speaker is so alone inside

that he feels that he is not a part of anything. Nature has a way of bringing

all of her parts together to act as one. Even the animals are a part of this

wintry scene. ?All animals are smothered in their lairs, / I am too absent

spirited to count.? The snow throws its blanket of whiteness over everything,

and to him it is a feeling of numbness. ?The loneliness includes me

unawares.? The speaker has lost his enthusiasm for life. He cannot express his

feelings easily because of this feeling of numbness. The speaker is also in

denial about feeling alone. He is at a stage where he just does not care about

too much and he feels a bit paranoid. ?They cannot scare me with their empty

space.? He is saying who cares how I feel; I do not need anyone else. ?I

have in me so much nearer home/ To scare myself with my own desert places.?

The speaker was starting to realize that he had shut himself off to the world.

He recognized that this winter place was like his life. He had let depression

and loneliness creep into his life and totally take over like the snow had crept

up on the plain and silently covered it. If he continues to let these feelings

run his life, eventually everything would be snuffed out much like the snow does

to nature. ?Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening? is a much happier and more

upbeat poem than ?Desert Places.? This poem is about stopping to enjoy life

or as the clich? goes, stopping to smell the roses. ?But I have promises to

keep, / and miles to go before I sleep.? The speaker in this poem was a very

busy man who always had obligations to fulfill and places to go. A feeling of

regret is present. The man would like to stay and enjoy welcome solitude. ?The

woods are lovely, dark and deep.? This poem expresses the joy of nature. The

speaker seems concerned about what the rest of society would think about him

just stopping in the middle of nowhere for no apparent reason. His horse

represents society. ?My little horse must think it queer/ To stop without a

farmhouse near.? He admits that just stopping does seen odd. He is also

somewhat concerned about the man who owns the woods. The man almost feels guilty

for looking so lovingly at this other man?s woods. ?He will not see me

stopping here/ To watch his woods fill up with snow.? I think that the

speaker?s life may be a little better off since he stopped to take a deep

breath and enjoy all that really matters, the simple things. ?Stopping by

Woods on a Snowy Evening? is the opposite of ?Desert Places.? The settings

where exactly the same, both being calm, dark, wintry evenings, but they express

totally different feelings. ?Desert Places? is a very depressing poem with a

dark tone. The other is very happy, and it makes you wish that winter were

already here. These two poems are very different, but they are also the same in

some ways. They show two extremes of the same emotion. Being alone can be

positive or negative. It just depends on the state of mind. Loneliness can be

very depressing, or it can be a time to collect your thoughts without the

pressures of the outside world crashing down. Winter is the perfect season to

reflect upon when expressing solitude. Winter can make everything seem dead. It

can be a time of starting over. Snow?s whiteness can, in a way, blind you with

its beauty and make you forget about your troubles. Winter for me is a time of

silent reflection. I could sit for hours and gaze at the blowing snow. Robert

Frost creates two winter scenes with different outcomes. The first, ?Desert

Places? is a sad poem about loneliness and lost enthusiasm. ?Stopping by

Woods on a Snowy Evening? is a rather uplifting poem about enjoying simple

things in life. Frost seems to draw upon his experience from living in rural New

England and converts those experiences into his beautiful poetry. Desert Places

By Robert Frost Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast In a field I

looked into going past, And the ground almost covered smooth in snow, But a few

weeds and stubble showing last. The woods around it have it-it is theirs. All

animals are smothered in their lairs. I am too absent-spirited to count; The

loneliness includes me unawares. And lonely as it is that loneliness Will be

more lonely are it will be less- A blanker whiteness of benighted snow With no

expression, nothing to express. They cannot scare me with their empty spaces

Between stars-on stars where no human race is. I have it in me so much nearer

home To scare myself with my own desert places. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy

Evening By Robert Frost 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.

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