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. n/a. This Poem. 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. The Road Not Taken. Robert Frost (). Background information: Robert Frost was an American poet. When he was young, Frost lived on a farm in New.

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property of the originating entities. Poem #3. “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,. And sorry I could not travel both. The Road Not Taken. 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. The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost A Guided Reading, Analysis and Interpretation by Tammara Or Slilat – all rights reserved The Setting of the Poem: The.

But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay As ice-storms do. Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust-- Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows-- Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees By riding them down over and over again Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.

He spoke Advancing toward her: 'What is it you see From up there always--for I want to know. He said to gain time: 'What is it you see,' Mounting until she cowered under him. She let him look, sure that he wouldn't see, Blind creature; and awhile he didn't see.

But at last he murmured, 'Oh,' and again, 'Oh. I never noticed it from here before. I must be wonted to it--that's the reason. The little graveyard where my people are! So small the window frames the whole of it. Not so much larger than a bedroom, is it?

There are three stones of slate and one of marble, Broad-shouldered little slabs there in the sunlight On the sidehill. We haven't to mind those.

The Road Not Taken

But I understand: it is not the stones, But the child's mound--' 'Don't, don't, don't, don't,' she cried. She withdrew shrinking from beneath his arm That rested on the bannister, and slid downstairs; And turned on him with such a daunting look, He said twice over before he knew himself: 'Can't a man speak of his own child he's lost?

Oh, where's my hat? Oh, I don't need it!

I must get out of here. I must get air. I don't know rightly whether any man can. Don't go to someone else this time. Listen to me. I won't come down the stairs. I don't know how to speak of anything So as to please you. But I might be taught I should suppose. I can't say I see how. A man must partly give up being a man With women-folk. We could have some arrangement By which I'd bind myself to keep hands off Anything special you're a-mind to name. Though I don't like such things 'twixt those that love.

Two that don't love can't live together without them.

The Road Not Taken

But two that do can't live together with them. Don't carry it to someone else this time. Tell me about it if it's something human. Let me into your grief. I'm not so much Unlike other folks as your standing there Apart would make me out. Give me my chance. I do think, though, you overdo it a little.

What was it brought you up to think it the thing To take your mother--loss of a first child So inconsolably--in the face of love.

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You'd think his memory might be satisfied--' 'There you go sneering now! You make me angry. I'll come down to you.

God, what a woman! And it's come to this, A man can't speak of his own child that's dead. If you had any feelings, you that dug With your own hand--how could you? I thought, Who is that man? I didn't know you. And I crept down the stairs and up the stairs To look again, and still your spade kept lifting.

Then you came in. I heard your rumbling voice Out in the kitchen, and I don't know why, But I went near to see with my own eyes. If he lives close by, he can simply go back and choose the other road. But the fact that he emphasizes the improbability of him ever being able to come back indicates that this is the symbolical level and that the roads symbolize the ways we choose in life.

Every life changing decision takes us further away from other options, other ways that we could have taken, but once we have made our choice, we know we'll never be able to go back in time and choose again.

This is why people find it so hard to reach a life changing decision, because they're afraid of two things: What makes him choose one road over the other? However, he acts on a gut feeling that the road that he chooses is perhaps better because it looks grassy, like it wants people to walk on it.

The Road Not Taken

To emphasize that it's only a feeling that he has about the road the poet immediately contradicts this claim by saying that the passing there had worn them the roads about the same. So he doesn't have any real reason to favor one road over the other, it's based on a feeling! The speaker imagines that years later, when he'll remember this moment of decision, he'll try to justify his choice by saying that it's the road "less travelled by" and that's why he chose it.

This can be interpreted as self-awareness. The speaker is aware that he's an individualist, a non-conformist, he doesn't like to go where most of the people go. We can assume that this is something that is important to him and to his identity. He usually prefers to take the road less travelled and that's why he chose, on that morning, the road that gave him a feeling of maybe being less travelled.

C The Pessimistic Interpretation. If you choose to interpret the sigh at the end as a sigh of regret then the inevitable conclusion is that the speaker has spent all his life wondering what he had missed in the road he hadn't taken and what could have happened to him had he taken it in the first place.

It's very human to wonder about the options that were open to you once but since you hadn't taken advantage of them they are lost to you forever. D The Philosophical interpretation: The speaker is aware of the way our memories are twisted and conveniently changed by the stories we tell ourselves about them. He says that right now, there is no real reason for preferring one road over the other and there's no way of telling whether one is really less travelled, on the contrary — they look exactly the same.

In other words, he'll conveniently twist the memory so it fits his point of view of the world and the choices he makes in life. The speaker probably IS and individualist. This interpretation reveals a profound truth of the way we remember things.

We never remember events as they truly happened. Instead we remember the story we tell ourselves of the way they happened and we believe this story — it becomes our truth.

This truth shapes our life — it makes all the difference! Rhythm and Rhyme Scheme: The poem consists of 4 stanzas with 5 lines each. Two roads diverged in a yell ow wood Symbolism: The symbolism is composed of two layers: The symbolism in this poem is based on the fork in the road and the need to choose one path over the other. This is the concrete level of the symbol. At this point in the poem the reader understands that the speaker isn't talking just about a simple fork in the forest but about the complex process of making choices in life.

When you make a major decision in life, like whether to go to university or not, who to marry etc, and you build your life in that direction, you'll never be able to go back and choose again. In that sense one road leads to another and then you never go back, but keep on going in the direction you have chosen for yourself. Why is the poem called The Road Not Taken? In that case the sigh is a sigh of relief and nostalgia.

In that case the sigh is a sigh of regret and sorrow.

If we remember the story we tell ourselves of what has happened then there are no mistakes and there's no place for regret.

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