The Breakdown Stanza 1: I encounter two roads 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; What It Means: So here I am, a lone traveler, standing at a crossroads. In the commercial, this fact is never announced; the audience is expected to recognize the poem unaided. What The Poem Actually Means Look, poetry is subjective, to some degree. It talks about how we rewrite our own histories. I can take either one. No one had stepped through to disturb the leaves on both roads. Oh, I kept the first for another day! It staggered me to think that perhaps I had always missed what made poetry poetry.
He knows that he will be inaccurate, at best, or hypocritical, at worst, when he holds his life up as an example. Poets, we assume, are not popular—at least after 1910 or so. The yellow leaves suggest that the poem is set in autumn, perhaps in a section of woods filled mostly with alder or birch trees. The variation of the rhythm gives naturalness, a feeling of thought occurring spontaneously, and it also affects the reader's sense of expectation. Of course, had he taken the other road, perhaps instead of a bullet through his chest, he may have met with a watery grave if his ship to the states had been sunk.
In this it strongly resembles its creator. But there is one very unusual aspect to this commercial. In this stanza, the character is already imagining the regret he will feel, and decides that he will not be honest when he retells the story of his decision, as it will not validate his selection of the road if he showcases his regret by stating that an equal opportunity could have landed him elsewhere in life. On April 9, 1917 during the battle of Arras in France, he was shot in the chest and killed- a death that was seemingly premature. The poet here saves the first road for another day. Robert Frost is one of the most critically acclaimed American poets of the 20th century, which is a roundabout way of saying you almost certainly studied one of his poems in school. More than that, he wanted to juxtapose two visions—two possible poems, you might say—at the very beginning of his lyric.
On the other hand, if the poem is reviewed, it is quite obvious that it has fairly the opposite connotation. 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. Stanza 4: 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. GradeSaver, 12 May 2009 Web. Keating, played by Robin Williams, takes his students into a courtyard, instructs them to stroll around, and then observes how their individual gaits quickly subside into conformity.
The act of assigning meanings—more than the inherent significance of events themselves—defines our experience of the past. This brings us back to the poem and the decision Thomas had been long agonizing over. We have to choose, and most terrifyingly, the choice may not actually matter. This poem does not advise. Perhaps, he chose the less travelled one.
David Orr is the poetry columnist for the New York Times Book Review. And sorry I could not travel both 3. There is no evidence that Frost ever contemplated doing so, in agony or otherwise. The wonderful title evokes the rural hinterland of New England, away from the Boston society and economy. The speaker reflects on how he plans to take the road that he didn't take another day, but suspects that he probably won't ever come back. This is the more primal strain of remorse.
Maria Magher has been working as a professional writer since 2001. Happy 140th birthday, Robert Frost — you're totally misunderstood. Let's look at the poem My Notes in Bold and Parentheses below the line they are commenting on : -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, He sees two roads he can take 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; He checks one of them out Then took the other, as just as fair, He takes the other which looks just as good And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; The path he took looked a little more overgrown Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, But to be honest they looked equally overgrown And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Robert Frost: The Ethics of Ambiguity. The thaumatrope spins, the roads blur and merge. In the end, he states the most famous part of this poem, though including two key lines that are generally omitted when people are quoting the last stanza of this piece: 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. He thinks the path he decides to take is not quite as worn as the other one, but really, the paths are about the same, and the fallen leaves on both look pretty fresh.
In leaves no step had trodden black. Life is full of choices that have no clear guide one way or the other and in making our decision we never get to see the outcome of the other choice. A few more choice words later and the pair parted ways with the gamekeeper. We know that from the first and second stanzas. This line initiates a change: as the speaker shifts from depiction to contemplation, the language becomes more stilted, dramatic, and old-fashioned. Would he flee for safer shores, or stand and defend his country? These two potential poems revolve around each other, separating and overlapping like clouds in a way that leaves neither reading perfectly visible. I took the one less traveled by, He will say there were these two diverging roads and he took the less traveled one 20.
And book sales indicate more about the popularity of a particular poet than of any individual poem. The more one thinks about it, the more difficult it becomes to be sure who is doing what and why. Frost later noted that during their random walking about, frequently a choice had to be made over which path to take. With that said, Frost and Thomas turned to leave. Frost wanted readers to ask the questions Richardson asks.