| I don't think it has to be suicide, but the narrator clearly wishes he could stop working and "keeping promises" and just rest, whether that be in death or in some other form of relaxation. He is busy keeping his obligations when he is distracted, caught up by the beauty of the woods. His horse tries to pull him out of his stupor, to get him back on track, but each time the narrator notices the horse, he then goes right back to admiring the woods. Finally, he submits to his obligations and leaves on his weary way. I say this poem to myself whenever I have to do work or other life obligations I wish I could avoid but can't. |