Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

The Road Not Taken - Poem by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
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Comments about The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

  • Toyiring Tom Sheyin (4/19/2016 3:51:00 PM)


    nice (Report) Reply

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  • Toyiring Tom Sheyin (4/19/2016 3:50:00 PM)


    nice (Report) Reply

  • Owen Yang (4/4/2016 2:18:00 PM)


    This has to be one of the most wrongly interpreted poems of all time. (Report) Reply

  • Sonali Ganguly (4/3/2016 11:25:00 PM)


    beautiful composition with a beautiful message..... i just love the poem (Report) Reply

  • Jez Brul (3/30/2016 5:39:00 PM)


    The author was torn between two choices in life...just like many of us...our choices always make a difference! (Report) Reply

    Dip Virginia Dip Virginia (4/13/2016 2:48:00 PM)

    really......I've face such a situation but unable to choose

  • (3/28/2016 10:57:00 AM)


    And having perhaps the better claim.Because it was grassy and wanted wear...Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back this is a great poem! (Report) Reply

  • (3/28/2016 2:25:00 AM)


    Maybe you can keep the poems analysis (Report) Reply

  • (3/27/2016 9:35:00 AM)


    We all make our own unique choices and look back later on, am sure with the same feelings. There is no turning back in life, ever.Paths seem to have a mind.

    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.
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  • Dorina Neculce (3/19/2016 2:44:00 AM)


    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim
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  • Tapan M. Saren (3/17/2016 12:56:00 PM)


    Just wonderful poem... (Report) Reply

  • Alex Reyes (3/17/2016 1:28:00 AM)


    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.
    (Report) Reply

  • (3/4/2016 7:52:00 AM)


    Can anyone tell how to publish my poem (Report) Reply

  • (3/4/2016 7:51:00 AM)


    Can tell how publishe (Report) Reply

  • (3/4/2016 3:00:00 AM)


    Tell me anyone bout my poem, isn't it's more secluding to find you to another trademark hidden secret end that mesmerizes u to ur distinct means to claw in more sublimity of choices, yet fail and yet the world staggering and u trying to find in onething hardly easeable to ur innermost access. (Report) Reply

  • Briony Nicholls (3/3/2016 6:46:00 AM)

    Report mid=5650958
    Interesting rhyme structure. Can anyone point out what it is? Already Reported Reply

    Preston Morimondo (6/9/2016 8:35:00 AM)

    ABAAB. Very consistent.

    Sayak Saha (3/4/2016 2:44:00 AM)

    It'snot just the rhyme or paraphrases u look at while u read, Iit'sthe Iinner sense that produces the limelight identity of anything but the grasp within the bog for the eternal spherical identities, sans no bog nothing can be the existences, power of thoughts are just the roads that fear no destiny or edge that is circumscribed with.

  • (2/21/2016 3:39:00 PM)


    In this lonely sight of depth, in the willow sweet searching breath, the lonely daggering heart, traveling like the water traveling a bare art, miles from the rays, miles in the glared clays, sodden with the inside being dried, feelfull lust for a life lost to some hide, cloaking the careful mundane, the thick grasping stone-mate sane, severity in the ridges of the lost swing, that swing flees flesh for another ring, fights the dust mixes to another ride, the riding height shows nothing bright, the sequences fail, as the differences stale, friendly woes are gone again, unfriendly woes is being turned insane....A flesh nd a ring....just made it just the time I felt like... (Report) Reply

  • Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (2/18/2016 4:25:00 AM)


    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

    And both that morning equally lay
    In leaves no step had trodden black.
    Oh, I kept the first for another day!
    Yet knowing how way leads on to way
    I doubted if I should ever come back.

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    Somewhere ages and ages hence:
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

    The poem is about the human life. Life and after life, happiness and sadness, black and white, justice and injustice day and light. This is the human duality and human dilemma in which we have to live and decide to choose. some choose the easiest and nearest, some choose the farthest and difficult, but the daring are the ones who choose the untrodden and challenging. these people are always the winners as Frost has chosen the less chosen, highly philosophical poem.
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  • Akachukwu Lekwauwa (2/15/2016 2:23:00 PM)


    the last verse is sublime (Report) Reply

  • Rowan Ashwood (2/9/2016 10:26:00 AM)


    This is one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost (Report) Reply

  • (2/6/2016 3:27:00 AM)


    I did some research. See Frost: A Literary Life Reconsidered by Pritchard. Even though Pritchard confirms this poem to be about Frost's friend Edward Thomas, it nevertheless was written as a jest at Thomas and also seems to confirm my general ideas about Frost's thinking. This poem does not advise you to take the path others do not take because there's something noble in choosing to do so. It's way, way deeper and more complicated than that, which, in my mind is what makes Frost such a great poet and thinker. Do check out Pritchard. Thanks. (Report) Reply










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