As he hesitates, images from possible futures flicker past: the young man wading into the ocean, hitchhiking, riding a bus, kissing a beautiful woman, working, laughing, eating, running, weeping. If you choose one metaphorical path instead of another, then you will inevitably end up in a different life outcome. Each stanza follows an a b a a b rhyme scheme, drawing emphasis to the last line of each stanza, a line that already has a natural emphasis. We tell stories and revise our memories as if decisions were made differently than they really were. Will the world end in fire or ice? And why does Frost think that difference worth preserving? It talks about how we rewrite our own histories. And this poem, when read in its entirety, is far, far more complex and interesting, which is why it has been my favorite poem and the only poem I ever memorized , since I was twelve. I love reading such worthy poem and review.
One he knew would have ups and downs. I have read that poem several times, and still come to the similar conclusions. We see this all the time. GradeSaver, 12 May 2009 Web. Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. This extra cash has changed my life in so many ways, thank you! The other path, you will never know what the outcome would be.
A great worthy poem is well penned. Ever since infancy I have had the habit of leaving my blocks carts chairs and such like ordinaries where people would be pretty sure to fall forward over them in the dark. But you take one or the other and your life happens after that. He stood long pondering for he knew that his decision would be final. The interpretation is that there is no right or wrong path. The biggest enemy of success is fear. Yet he knows it is unlikely that he will have the opportunity to do so.
Anyway, thanks for stopping by and sharing your opinions. I like to think about the culture and philosophy of traveling and backpacking myself, and I simply love the poem. The Road Not Taken has four stanzas of five lines. Go where there are no guarantees. Frost had gone to England to add further polish to his writing skills and to make valuable contacts with the leading figures in Anglo-American literature, especially English writer Edward Thomas and expatriate American Ezra Pound; Pound would be a crucial early supporter of Frost. This is just my view on it.
The narrator only distinguishes the paths from one another after he has already selected one and traveled many years through life. What sound does the scythe make? Admittedly, the popularity of poetry is difficult to judge. Both ways are equally worn and equally overlaid with un-trodden leaves. 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. After choosing one of the roads, the narrator tells himself that he will come back to this fork one day in order to try the other road. 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.
The roads were the same. Frost perhaps succeeded too well in his pose of the apparently artless rube sitting on that wall. Paths in the woods and forks in roads are ancient and deep-seated metaphors for the lifeline, its crises and decisions. We cannot choose two paths in life. The wonderful title evokes the rural hinterland of New England, away from the Boston society and economy.
He considers both paths and concludes that each one is equally well-traveled and appealing. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Did you enjoy my article? It will require a lot of training, hard work, study, and danger. 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. 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.
In all of American history, the only writers who can match or surpass him are Mark Twain and Edgar Allan Poe, and the only poet in the history of English-language verse who commands more attention is William Shakespeare. We have to choose, and most terrifyingly, the choice may not actually matter. I cannot predict what may become of you. Realizing the opportunity for growth, we shall realize the importance of choosing the road. This masterpiece of Robert Frost is always a source of inspiration.