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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I remember this poem back when I was in 5th grade and I loved it..he is truly a legend and one of my favorite poets
I mean what can we say about this poem - it is legend! I'm not sure where Robert got his inspiration from, but there is another place where this concept or message came from...
Matthew 7: 13-14 (Bible/Word of God)
'Enter in through the narrow gate, for wide the gate and broad the way that leads to destruction, and many are they who enter in through it.
For narrow the gate and straitened the way that leads to life, and they are few who find it.'
http: //www.poemhunter.com/francois-hoon
There are many paths to life from which one can choose. But the difficulty comes when you have narrowed them down. This now becomes a difficult decision knowing the final two are more similar than different. Once made, though, you may secretly hope you’ll get another chance should you fail, but knowing yourself and your ways, you realize that won’t happen, so you muster up the courage to unashamedly accept the path you chose regardless, and you don’t look back.
This poem is beautiful and it overwhelmes me. It captures all the feelings you might have while choosing your path in life. Robert Frost speaks about taking a risk; to choose the more difficult way. That is what life is about. Not to follow the stream - It is about finding yourself and choosing what is best for you.
Thank you for this amazing poem.
The speaker stands in the woods, considering a fork in the road. Both ways are equally worn and equally overlaid with un-trodden leaves. The speaker chooses one, telling himself that he will take the other another day. Yet he knows it is unlikely that he will have the opportunity to do so. And he admits that someday in the future he will recreate the scene with a slight twist: He will claim that he took the less-traveled road.
As good of a poem as this is, it is also the most misquoted poem ever. Please read it carefully. Take this part...
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Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
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He's saying that they were basically the same.
And now read this
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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.
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Read it and think about it. He's not saying that him having taken the other road made all the difference, he's saying that when he's older, he will say that, but really, when he was looking at them, he saw how they actually look pretty much the same. Remember...
'Though as for that the passing there/Had worn them really about the same, '
Just slightly annoyed at people who don't read the poem talking about 'the road less traveled'
I agree with Shawn Delgado entry, but people often focus on a verse and take it out of context because those specific words resonants within their soul. Which I think is fine. Some emotional response is better than none at all.
I'm a bit surprised by the number of people who haven't been able to read the literal meaning of the poem, considering its popularity on this forum (7/500) . This is not a poem about choosing a road less traveled. The poem specifically states that at the time of the decision, both roads had been worn and appeared nearly identical. It's only years later, when details have succumbed to a fading, sentimental memory, that he says the roads differed. This poem has no intent to try and persuade people to take an original path. It is instead a humorous analysis of the speaker's own sentimentality and the ways he will change the story in a fit of nostalgia.
i love the road not taken, i lyk the rhyming as well, can u read my poems pleaz and tell me if theyre good thanks
this is one of my favorite poems ever... I'm at a crossroad like that myself at the moment.. and so sorry that I cannot travel both