Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)
Poems by Robert Frost : 112 / 136
The Road Not Taken
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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This poem is beautifully crafted and the content familiar to everyone poems are personal and are what they are they touch others in different ways depending on personal experience
and circumstance. Nothing is to be gained by pulling them apart if you enjoy reading a peiece and it touches your heart that is enough
Timeless. That line is so universal, beyond compare.
Guess what! ? .....this poem came for my english exam....this same poem.....nd most of the students had to waste their time by reading the poem and then undestanding it.....but me.....as i loved this poem....and have read it before.....i could do th answers well......and i got full in the reading section/.....thanks a lot poemhunter.....for keeping this poem online
I have loved this poem since I was a kid and I have always wanted to write like this but I took a different road. Now I am going back to 'the road not taken'
awsome poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Frost is the best.
i love this poem! it is one of my favorites!
my favorite poem, since age 13
This is the first poem I ever learned by heart and always an inspiration when I choose to take a different path. There is a small homage to this poem in the words of my poem 'Sometimes'.
Robert Frost
it made all the difference indeed
deep
The speaker is the person I am familiar with, and acquire a thinking method from. It is a rather clever thinking mode he switches, with moods and moments the road has diverged. The ‘undergrowth’ is definitely a scary topic for the road to be two roads, and adds more horror and not just scare or fear. He is scaring us into finding us the right route in life. He reckons the comparison, or analogy, is a real and strong truth. He is supporting this argument with clever conciseness, and only the ‘undergrowth’ has connotations. It is truly a decision-making scheme the traveller is abiding by. The traveller is cautious and weary, by definition a man who has learnt from this time of a crucial nature. Danger is the thing of the past at the end of the poem, and he has succeeded in the general nature of life. One thing can make the difference between life and death, as he is telling us ‘this with a sigh’!
It is beautiful to tell of this story, and the poem is thus a story-poem worth remembering to earn the right decision for you as well as the poetic speaker.