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- 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:
oldpoetry.com/o...
Credits:
Sound effects --
SleighBellsPass1, by daveincamas, freesound.iua.u...
Horse snort 2, by ERH, freesound.iua.u...
HorseGoingBy, by acclivity, freesound.iua.u...
Walkinginsnow, by Spandau, freesound.iua.u...
lg wind2.wav, by lgarrett, freesound.iua.u...
snow_sleet_on_pin_oak, by sanus_excipio, freesound.iua.u...
Photography --
Winter Forest, by Goldbeere, www.flickr.com/...
Mid-Winter at Nuuksio, by /kallu, www.flickr.com/...
Winter, by vlod007, www.flickr.com/...
Creek and Forest, by Joshua Davis, www.flickr.com/...
Walking in the forest, by germanium, www.flickr.com/...
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I wish everyone peace and happiness in this holiday season, and in all seasons to come.
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*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.*
Those lines were written in jawalar Nehru's diary which was discovered after his death
@@littleayesha4558 chal jhuti
But I have *many* promises to keep...
@@littleayesha4558 I know that
@@ashutoshkumar1960 🙄ooh.why
This is a poem we can all relate to in this hectic world. Frost enjoys a rare moment of serenity before he continues with his daily trek, which will not end soon. How many times have you stopped your trek just to look into Central park or Forest Park or some other urban setting just to watch the snow fall and listen to the dampened sounds of the city? After a moment, you realize that it is getting late and you have an appointment to keep. You take in a deep breath of cold city air and move on while pondering the last few quiet moments where your mind rested.
To me this poem is more about duty. I wouldn't say I'm suicidal, but at 21 years old I'm already tired of life. I'd just like to rest my head down and close my eyes forever. But I can't. Because setting aside all the cool shit I wouldn't get tonsee if that were the case, I would be dissatisfied with myself. I still have done very little to make the people around me better, I have many interesting things about myself to sort through and just in general, I'd be wasting so much if I just alt+f4'd my existence. Yeah it's tiring. Yeah it sucks many times. Yeah I often doubt that I can make it or if it is even worth. And too often it never is. But so what? If there's anything on the other side, I got an eternity to explore it. I've yet to be satisfied with life in this world, so why would I want to give it up?
This is why this poem speaks to me so deeply.
Well said
I think there are (at least) two different and seemingly opposing takes on this poem.
On the one hand, it can be read as a story of lost resonance. It is a story of a person who sees the beauty, but who has too many duties to build a deeper connection to the world surrounding him. They are a driven person who cannot rest.
On the other hand, it can be read as a story of a person being in control of themself of knowing when to work and when to rest, of following their principles, of knowing their place in the world. A story of the perfect stoic.
In my eyes, these two takes aren't actually opposed. They tell the same story. Stoicism isn't an everyday philosophy, it is a philosophy of crisis. But the approach of stoicism is an instrumental one. It is a philosophy of staying on track on a narrow mountain trail, so to speak. It is only useful in situations where the world around you falls appart and it might seem useful in situations where the world around you seems to fall appart, but it actually only seems to fall appart BECAUSE you are losing the connection to it. And in this situation, stoicism is absolutley the wrong solution. The trail isn't narrow, you just refuse to take a look to the left or right. To build lasting connections to the world around you, you need time, you need trust, you need hope and you need an open mind. The person in the poem has lost all of this by disciplining themself to follow what they think of as their duties.
So, in my eyes, this is a poem about a society that only survives by constant change, by always confronting the presence with a crisis for the sake of getting to sleep in some abstract future. It is not about living a vibrant, active life of connecting with people and with the world, but of a life that consists of work and sleep. And that is lead by a person who thinks of following this way of life as a moral ideal, a duty.
@@chukyuniqul I can feel you 🔥like you said it for every lost soul.. By d way are u from india
@@chukyuniqul it feels like as if u talking about me 🖤😭
This is my absolute favorite poem.
Rachel Writes mine would have to be “All the Way” by Bukowski, or Dylan Thomas’ “Do Not Go Gentle”
Mine too💜
@@johnruggiero4205 Oh, I love Do Not Go Gentle too!
Are u still beautiful??
Love this poem so much, although I don't listen/ read it often anymore. 5 years ago I made a tattoo "miles to go before I sleep" cause I was fighting with severe depression. Now I'm much better but this line just reminds me to keep going and don't give up. I have promises to keep.
Beautiful
I remember seeing a girl in uni UUC having the same tattoo. Amazing
Hey howz you feeling now it's almost a year
@@TheeHurricane555 ohh woww
I read/recite this to my daughter in the wintertime. It's one of my favorites.
I'm so glad this is still up. I listen to this every year around this time.
I think its public domain now
@@Ghastly_Grinner why?
My tastes have evolved with age, too. In my youth, I was probably rather like Chevy Chase in one of his movies. Chase takes his family to see the Grand Canyon, but is in a vast rush to move on to do something else. He stands by the edge, bobs his head a couple of times and says, "Welp, now we've seen it, let's go!"
Now, reading this poem, I linger to savor it.
Thanks for stopping by, George.
..this is the poem that I liked most.
I'm a teacher of English literature and I always start teaching a new batch of students with this poem, It's my ever time favourite, Thank you Robert Frost!
This poem is a wonderful starter for students who need convincing that poetry is valuable to them. You are wise to rely on it.
Being a teacher, I firmly believe that no one except the poet/potess himself/herself can explain the real message of the poem....
Robert Frost was a man, teacher.
What's interesting about the best poems, is that I'm not sure Robert Frost would be able to precisely communicate in his own words more meaning than the poem itself does. I think that's the virtue of poetry. This communicates an aspect of the human condition in a way which couldn't be done as effectively explained in a straightforward manner
Read after Apple picking. It's boring if it's only about apples
I respectfully disagree.
True
It's how I hear the poem in my head... well, as close as I could come with available sound clips.
Nature, in its sublimity, holds the promise of infinite contemplation, from which we, as temporal beings, always tear ourselves away.
I am getting aged but my children will come upon reading again this and will my comments in their latteryears
It can get pretty cold in the woods on the darkest evening of the year. I know this poem is about a man who is considering going to sleep forever. But he had promises to keep and miles to go before he'd sleep.
No it is not about that
I first saw this video in 2009-2010 when getting homeschooled about literature. I still occasionally come back to these videos to listen. Your reading of this and The Cremation of Sam McGee are still my favorite versions. Thank you so much.
David, as I interpret the poem, it's not about suicide. It's about resisting the impulse to suicide.
And it is a beautiful poem.
Contrast Frost to Edgar Allen Poe, if you like. Poe was terrified of death. For Frost, death seems like an old friend, comfortable and not at all intimidating. And Frost knows he'll get around to it, soon as he has kept his promises.
i liked roberts every poem....
The woods are lovely, DARK and DEEP. Dark and deep. Dark and deep. The spirituality of being alone in the woods is singular and personal.
I thought it's poet to be william words worth for the past 23 years because i gone to school so many years back i loved my school tears are rolling out after seeing this
Listening in winter of 2022, blessing to all
I'm very happy you liked it.
What is past, is past. The road stretches before us. Sleep comes later; for now, we belong to the road.
But it never hurts to stop and admire the view before continuing, eh? :-)
Peace and joy to you, Gen.
Hello sir... It's the comment which u put here 12 years ago.. That's kinda insane it's been many years now.. How are you feeling now.. Specially in this corona year
I hope you reply
@@solsin9386 I'm replying!
I've managed to avoid contracting COVID-19 thus far. But the pandemic is dangerous, to all of us.
Be careful! This disease is not joking around.
@@Urgelt yes its not a joke a , here in India there were a longest lockdown happened but now lockdown is over.. Cases are going low too nd hopefully in coming months this disease will cease.. Take care u too.. Can I ask where are u from
@@solsin9386 I'm in the USA, where COVID-19 is surging. We've done a very poor job of containing the virus. I'm glad your country has done better.
Cheers!
Especially amazing to a lass embroiled in an Australian summer, I would suppose!
I'm glad you found it relaxing and peaceful; that was my primary design goal for the video.
May you find peace this holiday season, Naomi, and a warm Merry Christmas to you. *Hugs*
Being a teacher I always come to an eternal full stop when I start explaining this poem to my teen ager students. This poem is so vast in meaning that it is hard to explain to students... I wish I were in front of R. Frost and could ask him that what was in his mind when he came up with such a classical poem. No matter how people interprete this poem but this poem will always mesmerise us all
Feather Knox no doubt it would be interesting to know what rfrost was thinking- I love that it's something different for us all and how the poem is ment to make us realize whatever it is we are not alone as we have all been at this point in our life before. Atleast those with which this resonates with. Beautiful.
It's the best ever words to remind us to be aware of our duties to be fulfilled and not to be lazy or stopped by the leisures that come on our path
A thing of beauty is a love forever...whose quote?
Did this teacher mean "interpret" and "mesmerize"?
T kotan lol
I STUDIED THIS POEM 35 YEARS AGO i atill find it awesome and bitter
Thank you, Alvar. Yes, it's a great poem, and a reminder that sometimes the simplest sentiments are the most profound.
favorite poem.
My 3rd grade teacher showed us this and had us memorize it. To this day I still know the words.
Absolutely beautiful! The footprints crunching in the snow, the jingling, the horse snorting, your reading, and the quiet pauses...all brought me deep into the woods with you. Thank you for sharing this.
Vow!Urgelt,You are great! I liked the vedeo and gone back to some 50 years back to see those icy places like Patni Top and Dalhousie in India and recall the poem stopping by the woods on a snowy evening by the American poet Robert Lee Frost. Thanks a lot ,please keep up.My Regards Hope you are keeping fine.
Absolutely the best reading of this, one of my favorite poems. Listen to it often. Thank you, sir!
Peace....
Being a teacher, I firmly believe that no one except the poet/potess himself/herself can explain the real message of the poem....
I approach poetry with a parallel, but not identical, humility.
We can't know everything that was in the poet's mind. But we can know what's in ours, and share it. A poem can be many things to different people.
And so there is no 'real' message. There are messages, some intended (but which ones were intended, we are often unsure), some perhaps not intended, that light up our minds when we perceive them.
Yes sir, you are very right! But often I have heard people commenting on some poems with so much authenticity as if it were their own poem. It really hurts me when people all of sudden come up with some irrelevant and stupid explanations
***** very true... Feelings can't be transferred or translated specially when they aren't yours
Nice poem & reading. Most enjoyable & great accompanying photos. I grew up in the northern Ontario so this was extra nice. Thanks Sir.
Another misunderstood poem by many, this poem is about considering suicide or choosing to move forward in life instead.
2:32 my favorite stanza
Ohh so amazing!!!!!
I really do not see or feel any depression in this poem, (although I understand where this interpretation comes from), but I do not think that this is a hymn of depression,
on the contrary, I see it as a hymn to the beauty of the world.
I see pure transcendence, oneness with the world (woods), a feeling of the the absolute silence and peace.
I know, people would think depression when words like - dark woods, sleep, aloneness - but I love being alone in such a place and I love the darkness as much as the light and sleep for me is that transcendence, it's like meditation, to just be!
And if there is a moment of sadness or nostalgia in far from depression, far far far from it.....
Thank you for the upload Urgelt, so beautiful! :)
+Lunatique I love this poem, too. The sense of tranquility in it, despite the narrator's conflicting impulses between his obligations and his weariness with life, warms my heart.Thanks for joining the conversation, Lunatique.
The poet's background gives the sad interpretation
Robert Frost was contemplating suicide.
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@@Urgelt Hope you're doing well
Feel it
Wow superb! One of my favorite..
I'm happy you enjoyed it, Mick, and Season's Greetings to you, too.
You may, yes.
My videos here are copyrighted under the Creative Commons. You can use or even modify these videos. Just be sure to credit "Urgelt" when you do, don't seek a profit, and copyright your derivative work under the Creative Commons. That last isn't complicated, just announce it, either in the video or in accompanying documentation, which can be hard-copy or on-line or anything else, really.
Good luck!
I'm glad you liked my quirky little interpretation of Frost's famous poem, Nicolas.
I LOVE how reads the poem so slow,relaxing just AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL!!!!😇😇😇
The poet want to say that the word of fantasy is very inviting but we must maintain balance between the world of reality and imagination
I'll get this typing thing down eventually? Lol...🤗
hi again, urgelt!
i stumbled yesterday across a lecture from robert sapolsky "the underlying biological ... of religion". it's great! maybe you are interested, too? if not. just skip this text.
greetings from germany :-)
I will look into this.
Thanks!
We’re gonna sing this at the winter concert at my school
THEME::
Appreciation of nature is the main theme.This picturesque Poem describes the Poet personal experience of winter night. The speaker is drawn the beauty and allure of the woods, which represent nature .It has been exquisitely rendered that emotions on a winter night are different than a usual mood.
Nature is inarguably important in the poem.
I'm inclined to think that Frost had more on his mind than merely that. But that's just my opinion.
At the end of the day, reading a Frost poem is an intensely personal experience. What we decide to take away with us after we close the page is an personal decision.
There are different answers, but there are probably no wrong answers.
Nuttin' to it, Sam, I jest flaps my lips and sound comes out. :-)
To me, the poem is about death. The speaker is contemplating his own death. The death that will come to all of us. It is better to contemplate our death and face it as a fact of life. When we accept death as a fact, we can live life more intensely, and fulfill our duty to others, like friends and family, and ourselves of course.
the only road to gratitude. even so, it's a pitty.
I agree. It's about suicide.
Yes, it’s definitely about death, but specifically suicide. The speaker has talked himself out of commuting the act and is describing his loneliness and isolation.
Authorial intent is irrelevant. It's about suicide.
That's how I feel about the poem, too, Owen. I'm glad you liked it.
One advantage of advancing age - yes, there are advantages, actually - is that things that once looked black-and-white become viewed as more complex, less straightforward.
I can see merit in your interpretation; Frost did suffer from depression, and the urge to suicide in this poem is surely a manifestation of it.
And yet...
Frost lingers on the beauty of the scene his protagonist witnesses; he is not so depressed that he cannot see it. He lives in his head, but in the world as well...
Thanks for the share Sir.
Happy Holidays to you, too, Hari, and thanks for stopping by.
I interpret this as a tale of vengeance. It is much more sinister than it first appears. He is appreciating a final, quiet moment in the woods before he advances and fulfils his promises. A promise he made to someone to slay the man mentioned in first verse. He knows exactly whose woods he is in and he approaches through them to conceal his advances to the village where the man lives. His horse is unnerved and confused as to why they have stopped here; it is not normal for them to do so - something is not right. He's not simply out for a ride on the darkest night of the year for no reason. He has promises to keep and he will not sleep or be distracted until he sees them fulfilled.
That's an imaginative interpretation!
It's not up to me to say you're right or wrong, of course. It's poetry. When it comes to poetry, what we, the readers, bring to the poem is as important as what the poet brought.
It remembers my scl days
Beautiful
Very nice
From india
It was very nizz to see.. A meaninful poem
Snow ❄️ i miss you so much 😞
After all, romance itself is a deeply complicated, perhaps even convoluted, subject. So if you're looking at the Romantic poets and seeing only linearity, you might not be looking deeply enough.
And then again... most of the poetry produced in any given age is wretched; the body of work that stands the test of time isn't very large. So I'm sure you can find examples of uncomplicated romantic verse. I'm pretty sure I don't want to read it, though. :-)
I think it's just about impossible to accurately sum up a complicated life like Frost's in a few sentences.
Still, you did a marvelous job of it; I think Frost himself would recognize himself in your words.
I am, however, prepared to accept the hypothesis that Frost had depths that we can't capture in a mere TH-cam comment - or even know from our distance to him. Considering the acute perception you've already displayed, I'm sure you are, too.
Some of Mr. Frost's poetry may still be under copyright - the poems he wrote later in life.
Every year that goes by, I imagine that more of them fall into the public domain.
Sorting all of that out and keeping current on the legal status of his body of work is a larger task than I care to pursue, personally. Which is the reason I rely on the web site Old Poetry to sort out which is, and which is not, in the public domain at any particular moment.
Writing poetry is easy.
Writing good poetry is hard.
Take courses and workshops. Cultivate friends who share your interest. Read, read, read... discover which poets speak to your soul, and figure out how they did it.
And, of course, compose your own. Learn how to tell if what you wrote is compact, insightful, moving, original. Ruthlessly discard your rejects.
At the end of all that, you may or may not be a good poet. But you'll sure know a lot about how hard it is to write a good poem.
On one level, it is, certainly. The deep, dark woods symbolize death.
This isn't about a youthful, impulsive wrist-slasher, though. I get the feeling the speaker is old and feeling the burdens of his age. The death he contemplates isn't frightening, but peaceful, even beautiful. And he'll get around to it. He just has to finish the journey of his life first.
Good advice, if you ask me.
Oh wow, this is a gorgeous soundscape poetry video
I'm so glad you enjoyed it!
Some listeners have expressed impatience with me over this one.
@@Urgelt I like, its mysterious, I feel like I'm right there.....
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.
Interesting group. No, I hadn't heard of them, but I visited their web site at your suggestion.
My videos thrust in a different direction. I'm not telling original stories, just narrating existing expired-copyright works. Or presenting original essays of my own (which aren't truly stories; more like opinion pieces).
It isn't legal unless the copyright owner has placed the work into the public domain, as with the Creative Commons license, or has granted explicit permission for me to use the work, or the copyright has expired.
TH-cam wages a constant war against copyright violators, as you know. A lot of accounts have been suspended over it.
It is a wonderful poem, bloodbrimd, and your Mom is a wise woman. But I think it's you, not the poem, who is toughing it out and surviving the Marines.
Give credit where credit is due. It's your success, not Robert Frost's.
But it's certainly all right to draw inspiration from Mr. Frost. I do, too.
It wasn't an easy decision. A fair number of people asked me to allow embedding.
What decided me, finally, was this: people who view my videos on other sites will not see comments, nor be in a position to contribute their own.
I came here for the conversations, not to promote myself in public.
Well, I hate memorizing as much as you do. I didn't memorize the materials I presented on TH-cam; I read them from a script.
My advice? Break it down into two line groupings. Read each grouping aloud over and over. Reading aloud and repetition will get you there.
I'm in grade 7 I hv an exam soo plz wish me all the best I hv this poem including in the exam very nice 👏👍
Good luck, then, romanteni.
I'm sure you'll do well!
@@Urgelt omg thanks a lot sir I didn't know that u would reply plz upload new videos in ur channel
@@Urgelt what is romanteni
@@rajani9999 TH-cam sometimes glitches names on comments. When your comment was posted, 'romenteni' was the name on your comment. Now it appears as 'Rajani aerabati.'
I've seen my own name glitched on comments I've posted, too.
@@rajani9999 TH-cam was a fun hobby for me, but it's no longer possible for me to pursue it. Sorry.
I love this poem
Death as a prostitute next door... heh. I get synesthesia just contemplating that image next to Frost's gentler seduction.
Only a poet can so thoroughly confound with words.
Careful where you point that thing; I think it's loaded.
miss kendick
Snow and sleet on a pin oak, recorded by sanus_excipio and copyrighted under the Creative Commons. It's credited in the text box and in the video credits.
It does sound rather like an old phonograph, doesn't it?
That was done last October. I posted the trailer here, but the full video runs 16.5 minutes, too long for TH-cam. It's posted on LiveVideo.
There's a link in the text box of the trailer on TH-cam to the full video.
Oh, yes, dozens of people have made videos about this poem. I've seen a lot of them. I'm afraid I've piled onto a bandwagon here. No matter. Frost's thoughtful winter moment is one we can all enjoy, and should.
Interesting.
I took away a slightly different interpretation: since the fellow has obligations, deep ones which he dares not turn away from no matter his weariness, I could not help but see family in there somewhere. Work and earnings ought not to suffice as a motivation to live.
That viewpoint isn't incompatible with reading loneliness into it. Humans are always alone in their skulls, even those with families.
It's poetry; we're allowed to read between the lines and search for meaning. :-)
Yes... but there's no place here to stop, only a woods with falling snow. If he sleeps here, he won't awaken. It's a death metaphor, posed in such a gentle way that you know it's a Frost poem.
Very nice, Seamus.
I don't know if Mr. Frost would have been flattered or not. Perhaps not. But it's my judgment he ought to have been, had his fans responded thus to his poetry when he lived.
Copyright issues, my friend. It's not in the public domain.
Sagan got it right, though. His "pale blue dot" essay puts it all in perspective.
He turned in a darned good narrative performance, too.
Ach, now, let there be no regrets here. You are not an idiot; you simply didn't think to look in a not-necessarily-obvious place.
We did not evolve scrolling down text-boxes, after all. :-)
Thanks, bbburton.
I think it would be a mistake to post poetry too often. I like to think long and hard about a poem before presenting it; unless I do, the odds I'll get it close to right are against me.
Winter, a warm fire, Robert Frost, and a mind receptive to him. It doesn't get much better than that.
I return your wishes for happiness in this holiday season, posaune16. Be well.
It wasn't too bad this time. The hard part was finding sounds that would serve the purpose I had imagined. The rest was mere tweaking.
Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year to you, Rob.
I would not say poetry beats a motorcycle ride, myself. But a life which includes both is fuller than one without either. :-)
Merry Christmas to you, btlegend, and Happy New Year.
really I like it
I'm certain I've mentioned I'm no sort of poet, Reid. I might not like it, but the simple truth is my poems are sophomoric, and deserve immediate consignment to the trash.
I stopped by to say hi and saw you had this video up. This is one of my favourite poems and you did such a beautiful job with the narration, visual, and sound. Five stars and added to my favourites.
There is something about looking at a snowy landscape that enchants me. I love the snow. The sounds and the reading were just as enchanting as the photos used. Wonderful video! Thank you.
I want to tell you who much I enjoy your voice and your words.....your puases. I have been a fan for a while and thought I would write telling how much I enjoy your readings.
yes, very much. 'what is dance to me' is another favourite. i haven't seen all the healthy food-videos but i like them too. the ones with poetry keep me coming back though.
regards!
I think you must have very good schools in Sweden, Andreas. Merry Christmas to you, and best wishes for your happiness in the new year.
Yes.
If you expand the text box you'll find a link to this poem on the Old Poetry web site. I have not changed any of the words.
Very well done! I had heard that "miles to go before I sleep" line but didn't know where it was from, now I know! Have a great holiday and happy new year!
Yes, nothing quite as silent as standing quietly in a woods filled with snow.
love this thanks so much for sharing.. love how you gave credit where credit was due in ever last detail even the horse snort hehe i think thats great!
I've done a few other poems for TH-cam. I expect to do more, but they won't appear frequently. I'm an infrequent poster.
Your voice is perfect for reading aloud, Urgelt! Thanks for this!
Have a wonderful 2008 - and some pretty nice days until then! ;-)
We are getting inside the poem.... (my feel) very amazing
@lebronfan705 How adorable is your comment?? I give that a thumbs up..
love this poem.... love your insight... Love this vid..