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Posted by John Morrell on May 16, 19101 at 17:05:22:
In Reply to: Re: "stopping by woods on a snowy evening" posted by jamie mitchell on May 15, 19100 at 20:58:43:
I really think that this poem is not only about the woods, filling up with snow and the little horse of the author, running through the darkest evening of the year. All of this is about life. Life of a poet. Poet who is torn apart. It is not a violence, it is a choice. A choice of any poet. Poet is torn apart between his desires (some might be really dark desires, fitting the darkest evening of the year) and his obligations and duties, which are called “promises” in the poem. Life of any poet is a swing between the depth and the height, between the darkest night and the shiniest light, between highest moral values and something what society will never accept. Poet goes to his woods because they are lovely, dark and deep. He probably would like to stay there forever. Woods in the darkest evening of the year could stand for anything (drugs, casinos, etc, etc). Promises could stand for anything too: social obligations, promises to the editor, responsibilities as a role model for the youth, if we are talking about 21st century…. It’s not an easy situation. It requires an involvement of a good psychotherapist from Park Avenue. But there is no psychotherapist in the woods, in the darkest evening of the year. They are all gone for vacations to Nice. Well, then a good bottle of a Russian Vodka could be of a help. The question is whether he will find one before clock strikes midnight……………