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

  • Ujjaval Shah (3/28/2016 2:25:00 AM)

    Maybe you can keep the poems analysis (Report) Reply

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  • Kiran Kukreja (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. (Report) Reply

  • Dorina Neculce Dorina Neculce (3/19/2016 2:44:00 AM)

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren Tapan M. Saren (3/17/2016 12:56:00 PM)

    Just wonderful poem... (Report) Reply

  • Alex Reyes 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

  • swarnim suresh (3/4/2016 7:52:00 AM)

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

  • swarnim suresh (3/4/2016 7:51:00 AM)

    Can tell how publishe (Report) Reply

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

    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.

  • Sayak Saha (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 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. (Report) Reply

  • Akachukwu Lekwauwa Akachukwu Lekwauwa (2/15/2016 2:23:00 PM)

    the last verse is sublime (Report) Reply

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

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

  • Roger Roth (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

  • Roger Roth (1/20/2016 8:07:00 AM)

    CD Sinex, in response to my comment that I see this as Frost facing mortality, very astutely pointed out that Frost penned this poem sometime in his mid-40's, and I thank him for his research/knowledge, and propose that, if you blend CD's point and my point, you might come up with the notion that The Road Not Taken is a product of Frost's mid-life crisis, and as I think about it, it might very well be. Whatever it is, I find thinking about it to be great brain exercise and, at 74, I need all I can get! Thanks CD and everyone else! I like reading your thoughts. (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (1/12/2016 5:57:00 PM)

    ..............this write has always been one of my favorites of Frost's poems ★ (Report) Reply

  • Rosie Bourget Rosie Bourget (1/7/2016 10:43:00 AM)

    I had fun writing about this poem. (Report) Reply

  • Rosie Bourget Rosie Bourget (1/7/2016 10:42:00 AM)

    Beautiful...I studied this poem when I was taking college English II. (Report) Reply

  • Keltan Carroll (1/4/2016 11:26:00 AM)

    The imagery is unlike any other. Most unique poet I believe. He really makes the reader feel THERE. (Report) Reply

  • Roger Roth (1/1/2016 4:19:00 PM)

    What Frost is telling ages and ages hence (we don't know to whom but probably himself) is a lie that he concocted in order to not second-guess his life. This poem, I'm pretty sure, is about mortality and regrets. End of life. Read it carefully and you will agree, I think, that there's no difference in the two roads, but that doesn't stop him from telling himself that he dared to take one most don't and that made all the difference. We don't even know if the difference was good or bad. Could be either. You see, this is a very, very complex poem. The line, I shall be telling this with a sigh speaks volumes to me. It's about resignation. End of life. Summarizing. Maybe his life left him unfulfilled and he's rationalizing the disappointment. (Report) Reply

    Christian Stienstra (2/3/2016 2:15:00 PM)

    Its actually about a friend and fellow poet named Edward Thomas who was having a hard time choosing which path to take in his life.

    Roger Roth (1/20/2016 5:00:00 AM)

    @Cd Sinex, which makes it all the more remarkable, a man at mid-life being able to capture for readers issues about mortality. I hope you're not saying that a person in mid-life cannot write about end of life.

    Cd Sinex (1/19/2016 4:22:00 PM)

    Frost was only about 42 when this poem was first published; he lived for another 46 years. It was hardly an end of life poem.

    Roger Roth (1/13/2016 4:52:00 PM)

    Thank you Paras Saxena. It does seem far too simplistic to say this poem is only about making the choice to take the less traveled road. I doubt Frost would either think or write that.

    Paras Saxena (1/12/2016 9:28:00 PM)

    I agree with you.










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