The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
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.
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So good to read this poem again! I loved it as ayoungster and i love it now!
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me too! ;-) it’s still relevant…
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Hi Leo,
Thanks for adding this post to our project “Fuel hope”
The funny thing about tthis poem is:
I always thought, it’s about an authentical llife, which makes the difference.
As a consequence the difference was a happier, more hopeful and creative life.
Now after reading it again and again and looking at the translations in German and the analysis
I see that some think that he regrets being forced to decide for one way only.
Now I wonder whether Frost planned this ambiguity to make people be more interested and ponder about the situation.
As I wonder about your wooden bridge, too. 😃 Cheers, Petra
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Hi Petra
Thanks for including me in the project. ;-)
I’ll create a post pointing people to the project, soon. Maybe we can get more to join in.
I always thought that Frost was a bit remorseful but just a bit. Decisions, especially at their beginnings are always difficult. What’s the better path?; Where will it lead me? What should I do?
Should I become a computer programmer or a famous rock guitarist? ;-)
And as one gets older, they are sometimes even more difficult. Often there’s no turning back without great consequence. There’s more to lose.
I think that’s what Frost was saying but I think he does end on a “hopeful” note.
He was an independent person, a poet. He chose that less traveled path knowing it would be difficult.
But in the end, I think he’s telling us it was the right decision for him.
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
That’s the way I’ve always interpreted it. It calls out to those who wish to follow their own hearts, the independents, It urges them to do so.
And I guess my bridge does the same,,, ;-)
take care of yourself!
leo
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