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Comment 397 of 1117, added on April 9th, 2006 at 11:17 AM.

Is there any need to "explain" this poem ?
It does'nt matter to know what Robert Frost was thinking about or what was
his aim ( if he had one).
Just look for your own signification ...
Connais toi toi même !
claire


Claire from France
Comment 396 of 1117, added on April 5th, 2006 at 6:26 PM.

I believe this poem helds an accurate resemblence with life itself
therefore it should be deeply apreciated.
He begins this poem by having two choices and at the end we can observe how
benefitial his early decision was.By not taking the traditional road and
allowing destiny to follow through.

Isabella from Colombia
Comment 395 of 1117, added on April 2nd, 2006 at 12:06 PM.

I agree with MR. E HEY that ryhnes!!

Queen Elizabeth III from Philippines
Comment 394 of 1117, added on April 1st, 2006 at 2:12 PM.

The Road Not Taken

I, Robert Frost, (the infamous poet) am going to reprint my masterpeice
because of all the positive feedback I have recieved. And now the moment
you have all been wating for...



Dos caminos divergieron adentro una madera amarilla,
Y apesadumbrado no podría viajan ambos
Y sea un viajero, deseo estaba parado
Y mirado abajo de uno como lejos pues podría
A donde se dobló adentro la maleza;
Entonces tomó el otro, tan apenas como justo,
Y teniendo quizás mejore la demanda,
Porque era herboso y desgaste deseado;
Sin embargo como para eso el pasar allí
Los había usado realmente casi igual,
Y ambos que mañana igualmente endecha
En hojas ningún paso tenía negro pisado.
Oh, guardé el primer ¡para otro día!
Con todo sabiendo manera plomos encendido a la manera,
Dudé si vuelto siempre.
Diré esto con un suspiro
En alguna parte envejece y edades por lo tanto:
Dos caminos divergieron adentro una madera, e i
Tomé el menos viajado cerca,
Y eso ha hecho todo el diferencia.


and for those who "No Hablo Espanol"

二条路分流了黄色木
2836;,
并且抱歉我不能旅行
0004;个
并且是一个旅客,
我长期站立了
并且看在一下因为我
3021;
对它弯曲了的地方下
6408;;
然后需要了其他,
一样正象公平,
并且有或许改善要求,
由于它是像草的并且
4987;要的穿戴;
虽则作为为那通过那
7324;
真正地佩带了他们大
3268;同样,
并且两个早晨相等位
2622;
在叶子里步没有被践
6367;的黑色。
噢,
我保留了一为其它天!
知道怎么方式主角对
6041;式,
我怀疑如果我应该曾
2463;回来。
我知道这以叹气
某处变老和年龄因此:
二条路分流了木头,
和I-
我采取了那个旅行,
并且那做了所有区别
2290;

And finally in 形容词


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.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
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.


Thank for your support and never forget to CTR & ETTE because TCIT


Robert Frost from United States
Comment 393 of 1117, added on April 1st, 2006 at 1:33 PM.

I, Robert Frost, the infamous poet has yet another great masterpiece to
reveal. I dedicate this poem called "The Road Not Taken" to you, my
gretest fans. And now the moment you have all been wating for...



Dos caminos divergieron adentro una madera amarilla,
Y apesadumbrado no podría viajan ambos
Y sea un viajero, deseo estaba parado
Y mirado abajo de uno como lejos pues podría
A donde se dobló adentro la maleza;
Entonces tomó el otro, tan apenas como justo,
Y teniendo quizás mejore la demanda,
Porque era herboso y desgaste deseado;
Sin embargo como para eso el pasar allí
Los había usado realmente casi igual,
Y ambos que mañana igualmente endecha
En hojas ningún paso tenía negro pisado.
Oh, guardé el primer ¡para otro día!
Con todo sabiendo manera plomos encendido a la manera,
Dudé si vuelto siempre.
Diré esto con un suspiro
En alguna parte envejece y edades por lo tanto:
Dos caminos divergieron adentro una madera, e i
Tomé el menos viajado cerca,
Y eso ha hecho todo el diferencia.


and for those who "No Hablo Espanol"

二条路分流了黄色木
2836;,
并且抱歉我不能旅行
0004;个
并且是一个旅客,
我长期站立了
并且看在一下因为我
3021;
对它弯曲了的地方下
6408;;
然后需要了其他,
一样正象公平,
并且有或许改善要求,
由于它是像草的并且
4987;要的穿戴;
虽则作为为那通过那
7324;
真正地佩带了他们大
3268;同样,
并且两个早晨相等位
2622;
在叶子里步没有被践
6367;的黑色。
噢,
我保留了一为其它天!
知道怎么方式主角对
6041;式,
我怀疑如果我应该曾
2463;回来。
我知道这以叹气
某处变老和年龄因此:
二条路分流了木头,
和I-
我采取了那个旅行,
并且那做了所有区别
2290;

And finally in 形容词


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.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
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.


Thank for your support. If you have any comments questions or donations
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Robert Frost from United States
Comment 392 of 1117, added on April 1st, 2006 at 2:59 AM.

The narrator, coming upon a fork in his path, must decide to take one or
the other if he wishes to go further on his way. Three times he declares
of the two paths similarities, as much as he can sense, as the two roads
"as just as fair", were "worn...about the same" and "equally lay".
Perchance he takes one and not the other, a choice based upon his mortal
knowledge, which at its and his best, with the mere spark of a flicker of a
flame to light his way forward along this one, that one, either one,
serendipity's human mustering of the smallest of universal truths he can
possibly muster, if he even does that. Chance, who knows? Not you. Not
me. Not the narrator. The narrator, as human of a being as he is, relates
this tale with a feigned great importance in his later years, looking back
on a life over which he's had laid out before him, choices and chances at
every turn, often rapid like white rushing river water, often as calm as
the tropical seas lap lapping, calming his well worn feet, and then the
feet step yet even more and more and.... Years later, he rests in his
rocking chair, on his front porch, at his tucked away tiny cabin in the
countryside he finally calls home, for it will be his last home, he does
grasp something of that, from which he will make those final few steps,
into the Great Truths of the bright shining brilliance, the Great Light,
the Knowledge that with the humbling bowed knee of acceptance of the All of
the Good, the Great, of God, and he will, at long last, be set free....
But there is that one day, on his rocker, on his front porch, there at the
last home he will know on this earth, in this body of his, the narrator, so
as not to appear to be looking to forlornly, unable, however, to mask his
sigh in his recounting, his remembrance of things of his past, what was it,
and he still doesn't know, but he does have his young grandson perched atop
his knee asking him, "Grandpa, how did you get here? What did you do with
your life? Why?...." And with his own tired crowed eyes of life, glassy
yellow rheumy, thin streaks of his life's blood forking, diverging visibly
on what were formerly white and blue, his life's old eyes, with them he
peers down at his bright eyed youthful teeming anticipatory full of wonder,
and he glimpses yet another tiny truth in the truly white and blue of his
grandson, five years of chance has brought his grandson to him, and he
never really saw the boy's mother, his daughter, he doesn't know much at
all about the boy's father, and he didn't know at all, but for some reason
he hasn't really thought the man could ever measure up to the daughter he
hardly remembers, but he washily whispers as if a whimper, but it is not to
the boy, to the boy it is his grandfather's story of his amazing long life,
going way way way back to ancient history, the boy thinks, some seventy
years gack, forever ago, and the strength, the wisdom, the All he must've
gained, and his eyes, truly white and blue, the narrator thinks, and with a
sigh, he relates this very tale, and for the the boy and the boy's own
brighteyed choicefilled future, "bah, choice...chance...it is all but a
mere toss of the coin...choice....", but that is only what he thinks
silently sighly to himself, and what he tells his young grandson is, well,
he lies through his teeth, "I took the [road] less traveled by, and that
has made all the difference."



[This is the greatest poem by an American author so far in the country's
forward moving history. Compare to Henley's poem for morons,
Invictus..."captain of my fate, master of my soul"...yeah, idiot of your
own choice, by chance, after all, isn't it? Or...what it is is is....]

Mister E from Iraq
Comment 391 of 1117, added on March 31st, 2006 at 1:52 PM.

The Road Not Taken is a beautiful poem. The speaker is sad at the
beginning and happy at the end. The speaker is reflecting upon his life.
We can connect by reflecting how we choose our way in life. The speaker
might have felt trapped at the beginning and not sure where to go. This
poem has emotion.

I think the undergrowth on the path is a symbol of jobs and illness. The
undergrowth stands in the way of his future.

The speaker made the right choice - he went over obsticles because he
wanted to take the right path. He knew it would be hard.

Butner Stem Elementary School from United States
Comment 390 of 1117, added on March 31st, 2006 at 11:13 AM.

I am Robert Frost and (contary to popular belief) I am not a dark poet. The
road not taken is not supposed to symbolize following the crowd or any
other crap. Its meaning is different for each reader. If you see regret
and remorse in my poems it must be reflecting your own lives.

Robert Frost from United States
Comment 389 of 1117, added on March 31st, 2006 at 11:15 AM.

This poem is good because it shows feelings and emotions, a favorite poem
for 2006. We learned that people can make connections with the poem and
the poem talks about choosing a path in life. The speaker followed his
heart - he is reflecting on his life and he is happy with the choice he
made.

Butner Stem Elementary School from United States
Comment 388 of 1117, added on March 28th, 2006 at 9:38 PM.

While Ski makes a very good point, I have to disagree. Frost seems to be
contemplating his choice, and what would come of it had be chosen "The Road
not Taken"; not necessarily regretting the path he ended up following.
Perhaps Frost did not have a real choice in his path. The path may have
been the more difficult path to follow, especially if Frost was dealing
with some personal hurt. This is implied by his description in the first
line of the "yellow wood" and again referred to in the "leaves no step had
trodden black". Yellow is a color long associated with pain, and can also
be indicative of the season. The "yellow wood" described could actually be
a tree of the same name, known for its stunning yellow wood and leaves in
the Autumn. Autumn is also often used in literature as a season of change
and coming of age. The actual color Yellow, according to Etymology, is
associated with sadness. Frost may look back on that time with a little
sadness,(which may be implied by his sigh) but he still mentions that the
road he chose "has made all the difference". I also like the poem very
much, and I would appreciate it if people who have poor grammer ("me and
many others") would not take it upon themselves to criticize those who
can't "type/spell".

Vanessa from United States

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Poet: Robert Frost
Poem: 1. The Road Not Taken
Volume: Mountain Interval
Year: 1916
Added: Feb 1 2004
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