We know that from the first and second stanzas. What are sighed for ages and ages hence are not so much the wrong decisions as the moments of decision themselves—moments that, one atop the other, mark the passing of a life. Frost also knew that his new path would lead to personal glory. Somewhere in the back of his mind will remain the image of yellow woods and two equally leafy paths. Both of the roads were covered with leaves and there was no sign, on the morning I passed through that way, that anyone had walked either path yet that day.
Both leading to different outcomes. This is the more primal strain of remorse. The decision cost him his life. The diction in this stanza portrays the uncertainty of the character as he tries to justify to himself that his decision is the right one for him; and much like anyone else, he is clearly trying to realistically weigh the outcomes of both roads. I think that he realized much about life, and the path that it has set for us. We experience this literally: in the roads we take and the routes we walk on a daily basis, and figuratively: when we come to points in our lives where we must make decisions for our next steps, based on the opportunities presented to us.
In this it strongly resembles its creator. National Portrait Gallery, Smithsonian Institution © Knight Library Special Collections, University of Oregon. We know that it is safe, and leads to ease of living. Everyone has to make up his own mind about which one to take, based on individual preferences and lifestyle. Frost is not simply that rare bird, a popular poet; he is one of the best-known personages of the past hundred years in any cultural arena. Essentially, Frost felt Thomas wanted a do-over and was making another attempt at testing his mettle, this time in France.
Frost is the only major literary figure in American history with two distinct audiences, one of which regularly assumes that the other has been deceived. In the end, the pair left unharmed. After spending a good while looking down one of the roads as far as I could see, I then took the other road, since it seemed just as nice. Every life decision has consequences. This masterpiece of Robert Frost is always a source of inspiration.
Years into the future, after making our decision, how will we feel about the path we've chosen? The thaumatrope spins, the roads blur and merge. Expressing gratitude for all the turmoil and challenges that life has thrown at him. For these readers, Frost is a mainstay of syllabi and seminars, and a regular subject of scholarly articles though he falls well short of inspiring the interest that Ezra Pound and Wallace Stevens enjoy. He is the winner of the Nona Balakian Prize from the National Book Critics Circle, and his writing has appeared in The New Yorker , Poetry , Slate , and The Yale Review. He stood long pondering for he knew that his decision would be final.
For an analysis of Robert Frost poems and others, check out or the. Precisely who is not doing the taking? To begin with, the part of the poem most everyone is intimately familiar is the last three lines: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. A journey of a life. It staggered me to think that perhaps I had always missed what made poetry poetry. 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. Stanza 4 Summary In this last stanza, lines sixteen and seventeen, the individual predicts that one day far into the future, he knows will tell the story of this decision that he is now making. What is fallacious in an argument can be mesmerizing in a poem.
We could go on and on about how famous this poem is, but, since it is famous, you probably already know that. I still feel though that in some ways he is saying that the two paths are not exactly the same, but the one that he has chosen is the one that was intended for his outcome. Autoplay next video 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. Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. Read closely, this poem is more than popular culture has made it out to be. We can never recapture the simplicity and innocence of life.
Frost, expressed how he took the road less taken. This underlines the nature of people in general, that we will always choose the path which seems attractive and is of interest to us, even if both paths have equal potential of getting us to wherever it is we are headed. Inevitably one would be chosen for one reason or another and after their walks, Thomas would sometimes kick himself for not taking the other path if their walk failed to result in the sighting of anything interesting. Life is about the paths you do choose to walk through, not about the road not taken. You felt deep in your bones what Frost was trying to convey.