The Road Not Taken

[fairgambit]

Robert Frost was born today in 1874. Died in 1963. Rest in peace.

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
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as 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,

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.

 

[WyomingLion]

Robert Frost was born today in 1874. Died in 1963. Rest in peace.

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
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as 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,

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.

My 11th grade English teacher made us recite poems to improve our public speaking and introduce us to poetry. This was one of the chosen ones.

 

[bkmtnittany1]

Robert Frost was born today in 1874. Died in 1963. Rest in peace.

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
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as 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,

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.

I had this on a wall in my classroom for 35 years. Seriously, is there anything better than this.

 

[Pardlion]

Robert Frost was born today in 1874. Died in 1963. Rest in peace.

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
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as 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,

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.

Good poem, but the two final lines of the second stanza don’t seem quite right. if they were worn the same, how did he know which one was less travelled?

 

[bkmtnittany1]

Good poem, but the two final lines of the second stanza don’t seem quite right. if they were worn the same, how did he know which one was less travelled?

Dude had AAA!

 

[psuro]

 

[psu_1294]

My favorite Frost:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
BY ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

 

[fairgambit]

Good poem, but the two final lines of the second stanza don’t seem quite right. if they were worn the same, how did he know which one was less travelled?

This poem has been analyzed as much as any I am aware of, so you will find lots of different interpretations. To me, the most important thing is it makes me reflect on my life.

 

[PSU Mike]

”When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”

 

[fairgambit]

”When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”

 

[northwoods]

I had this on a wall in my classroom for 35 years. Seriously, is there anything better than this.

I have it framed on my den wall. I think living most of my adult life in Vermont makes it even more special to me.

 

[LionJim]

 

[Nitt1300]

Robert Frost was born today in 1874. Died in 1963. Rest in peace.

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
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as 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,

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.

one of my all time favorites- thanks for posting

 

[Whaaaaaaaany]

Good poem, but the two final lines of the second stanza don’t seem quite right. if they were worn the same, how did he know which one was less travelled?

He had access to Google analytics map data

 

[royboy]