We tell stories and revise our memories as if decisions were made differently than they really were. The act of assigning meanings—more than the inherent significance of events themselves—defines our experience of the past. Defining the wood with one feature prefigures one of the essential ideas of the poem: the insistence that a single decision can transform a life. One is in the territory of the unknown and there are no ready made answers or directions or interventions. However, he realizes that it is unlikely that he will ever have the opportunity to come back to this specific point in time because his choice of path will simply lead to other forks in the road and other decisions. Whether he believes it or not, all of our life choices have consequences and outcomes.
Religion hinges on skewed reasoning. What It Means: This is the most telling stanza of the poem. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And then cut through the woods and traveled the other road, too, And that has made all the difference. Its tragic enough that we only get to experience one stream of events in our lives and not other potentially better ones. Once again, Thomas, reasonably, reacted by trying to exit the situation rapidly without provoking the person who had a gun trained on him.
They have to be mute and obey to the directions. On the other, we see a destiny of dreams before us. And yet, if we've been down that comfortable road before; Have gleaned its lessons in life, and learned from our experiences; Do we yet again follow the known? Essentially, Frost felt Thomas wanted a do-over and was making another attempt at testing his mettle, this time in France. Every decision we make deprives us of entirely different realities we might have experienced. However, I quickly approved them so that readers could see that there are other opinions and perspectives than mine. The fear of the road less traveled is tangible and all too real; It manifests itself in many ways, And tends to cloud the issues that might otherwise be clear. I'm sure most people would say the same.
This poem has truly touched me and given me inspiration. 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. Robert Frost wrote this poem to highlight a trait of, and poke fun at, his friend Edward Thomas, an English-Welsh poet, who, when out walking with Frost in England would often regret not having taken a different path. One does wonder at times, on life's journey, what taking a different road might have led to. Frost later noted that during their random walking about, frequently a choice had to be made over which path to take.
A few more choice words later and the pair parted ways with the gamekeeper. The first road is described as bending into the undergrowth. Thank you, Andrew, for bringing the heart of poetry to me. There is a decision to be made and a life will be changed. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Her critical interests include the influence of mythology and bardic poetry on contemporary. . The thaumatrope spins, the roads blur and merge.
Now I shall take the other and will probably be amazed at the peace I will receive. Frost also mentions the color black in the lines: And both the morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Identical forks, in particular, symbolize for us the nexus of free will and fate: We are free to choose, but we do not really know beforehand what we are choosing between. The act of choosing may be solitary, but the context in which it occurs is not. Ahavati and I would like to thank each person who took the time to read about Robert Frost as well as write a tribute poem. Everyone has to make up his own mind about which one to take, based on individual preferences and lifestyle. I want to travel both roads, worn really about the same.
I definitely agree though with what you are saying. Nonetheless, that is the way he is going now, and the place he ends up, for better or worse, was the result of his decision. We only get to take one road. They tend to over-stress the bounded meanings that they believe could be extrapolated and they criticize others who they think are missing the point. David Orr is the poetry columnist for the New York Times Book Review. Needless to say I was in tears. A role too artfully assumed ceases to become a role and instead becomes a species of identity—an observation equally true of Robert Frost himself.
Life is not an easy road for most; It twists and turns with many forks in the road, Although always, and inevitably, we are given a choice. The narrator only distinguishes the paths from one another after he has already selected one and traveled many years through life. In this sense, the poem is emblematic. That is where the regret of not exploring our other options disturbs us. Admittedly, the popularity of poetry is difficult to judge. We see everything that we have ever dreamed of being and more. We can be one linguistic traveler traveling two roads at once, experiencing two meanings.