TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both.
And be one traveller, 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 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
the road not taken by mr frost
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I thought that was Henri David Theroux?
ReplyDeleteWhat if all roads lead to the same place in the end?
ReplyDeleteSomeone once wrote, "isn't it funny how almost every single person who reads this famous poem thinks that they too have taken the road less traveled?" With that in mind, is Robert Frost’s “Road Not Taken” simply a diatribe about regrets, as many readers often claim, or is it really a metaphor for making a clear break from conformity? On the surface, it certainly "seems" to describe an impasse, not only while traveling down a wooded path, but also while making one’s way through life. Social patterns instruct those immersed in the ways of Western metaphysics a simplistic dichotomy that "everyman" must make life-altering decisions and sometimes even choose which path he will take, and sometimes there’s no going back. It is therefore common – and perhaps even natural – for . . . [please go HERE to read the rest of this comment]