Perhaps this is the most wonderful thing about Frost, and what makes him so accessible. His natural imagery combines with a great command of the music of the English language to make poems that are enjoyable -- even beautiful -- if you miss out on every bit of symbolism in them. Is it wrong to read Nothing Gold Can Stay and think about nothing more than how lovely spring is? Or to see Stopping by Woods as a wistful winter vignette? I say no. It might not be the deepest understanding you can get, but it's an understanding worth having anyway.