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coastofnowhere discovered 41 months ago- Robert Frost (1874-1963) 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.
- MEJC rated 2 months ago
- Robert Frost (1874-1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. 1. 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; 5 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, 10 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. 15 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.
- LearningNerd rated 3 months ago
- One of my favorite poems -- almost everyone loves this poem! What's funny is that it's probably the most misinterpreted poem there is. People use it as an example of why you should "take the road less traveled", always including it in graduation ceremonies...
But in the poem he says the two roads are actually equal! For some reason, people ignore these lines:
"the other, as just as fair"
"the passing... had worn them really about the same"
"And both that morning equally lay"
He contradicts himself because he wants his decision to be important. He wants to tell a dramatic story to his grandchildren one day, so he'll sound wise. He wants to be remembered as a trail-blazer!
So, he just pretends he did something that made a difference. Is this really such a heart-warming, inspirational story? Not really. But it makes you think, so it's still a great poem -- just not meant for graduation speeches! - One of my favorite poems -- almost everyone loves this poem! What's funny is that it's probably the most misinterpreted poem there is. People use it as an example of why you should "take the road less traveled", always including it in graduation ceremonies...
- pinkfloyd85 rated 6 months ago
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.
- jediliska rated 6 months ago
- I love this poem for the mere fact that the roads were the same for wear -- and at the end of his life, when he tells of how he chose the road less traveled by, like it was different than the other road, playing up that he actually took the least traveled path when in fact he did not -- he chose from two similar choices. Isn't that how it always is? We go through life and find ourselves at a spot where we embellish the truth to make ourselves look good because we are always about looking good. It's just human nature. I also love how we remember things in a certain light. Do we really remember "the truth?" Or do we remember what we want to create for ourselves? Usually, it's negative.... so that is why this poem is uplifting to so many people because he actually remembers back to this choice he made and puts a positive spin on it, like everyone wishes they could do in their lives but instead become self-sabotaging. Let's emulate this poem a little more. Create our futures in a positive light. Makes all the difference in the world.
- unmatchedsocks rated 10 months ago
- 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; 5 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, 10 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. 15 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.
- GadgetQueen rated 13 months ago
This was my favorite poem when I was young... it has proved itself to likely be my epitaph as well.
"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. "
- spacenerd rated 16 months ago
- From the page: "Robert Frost (1874â€"1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. 1. 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; 5 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, 10 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. 15 I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and Iâ€" I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. 20 "
