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Analysis and comments on The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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Comment 290 of 1110, added on October 30th, 2005 at 7:07 AM.

If u people actually know the meaning of this beautifully written poem, it
is the story of Frost's life. find out.

Sadhna from India
Comment 289 of 1110, added on October 27th, 2005 at 8:37 PM.

Dear Joodie,

I love you. Let's make babies. I'll be in your head, you'll be in my pants.
Kisses.

THE TRUTH

The Truth from United States
Comment 288 of 1110, added on October 27th, 2005 at 2:20 PM.

I suggest we all talk to each other, but never respond to The Truth or
acknowledge that he was ever here talking to our group. Agreed?

Joodie from Bulgaria
Comment 287 of 1110, added on October 25th, 2005 at 11:37 PM.

hes so childish. he cant think of a good insult so he just swears until he
feels good about himself. w/e i dont really care. just not here man, go
swear at someone else, preferably in real life. Preferably a 6 ft 8 in, 300
pound football player. Then we'll see what ur made of... literally.. lol

Will from United States
Comment 286 of 1110, added on October 25th, 2005 at 11:21 AM.

i really like the poem i expains how hard it is to make one choese in life
and i just really like the poem

erica simetnal from United States
Comment 285 of 1110, added on October 24th, 2005 at 7:17 PM.

"The Truth," I would not understand a mere American to understand this
poem, so please, be quiet while I give my poem based on my own
interpretation:

The pie I sweetly smell it
As the leaves blow by
They take away the scent
and it is gone forever

Based, obviously, on van Gogh's unappraised masterpiece "The Potato
Eaters."


....very interesting, very intersting. my reply: ahem, fuck you you
cocksucking anal raping gay ass motherfucker.

Robert Frost was born in the states. He also died in the states. Too bad
for you Brits. Fuck your island and its warm beer you British piece of
shit. I piss on your face.

Oh yeah and your poetry really sucks. I could pull better stanzas out of a
cow's ass you wannabe motherfucker. Eat shit and die.

Peace

P.S. I fucked your mother last night.

THE TRUTH


The Truth from United States
Comment 284 of 1110, added on October 23rd, 2005 at 7:47 PM.

At the moment Im required to do a seminar on Robert frost, this looked like
an excellent site to view others opinions so click on it I do, but do I
find others opinions or an argument going on that has nothing to do with
Robert frost??? This is crazy maybe you could exchange email addresses and
argue there?? I don't ment to be offensive but this is definitly not what I
expected to find!

renee from New Zealand
Comment 283 of 1110, added on October 20th, 2005 at 6:47 PM.

Hi, guys. I saw what you said Grace; don't let those past comments
intimidate you. Everyone on this site is just really opinionative. I've
thought about all of this for a while and I've decided to just post
something once in a while. You guys are really great, I guess I was a
little caught up in the moment when I wrote that last comment. I'm still
standing by what I said, though. From now on, if something like this ever
happens again, I'll just reframe from taking sides since I can get pretty
intensive. Here's a poem that I wrote. I based it a little off of our
fights. Please do comment on it, whatever you say helps:

"Walking Down the Poetry Page"
I bought a ripe, red apple there,
To eat along the way.
I took a breath as I bit
And crunched it sweetly,
Turning it over and over my tongue
Until it lost its flavor.
I swallowed it and sank my teeth
And repeated the process with different bites--
Different breaths.
I knew I should have kept it whole,
Or at least have grown my own.
But I couldnít resist
Eating another personís apple.

TjB from United States
Comment 282 of 1110, added on October 20th, 2005 at 5:22 PM.

This is my first time on this site, or any like it, but after reading
several of the most recent comments, I'm not sure if I can keep up with all
the drama. But for John's sake, I would like to say that I do love this
poem, partly because I would like to think of myself as someone who is
taking the road less traveled by(=, which gives this poem a lot of meaning
for me. I'm glad that there are people from so many different countries
commenting on this poem and sharing their views. I hope you won't view me
as a "mere American," but just as a person who happens to love reading and
writing poetry. I agree with Joodie- we shouldn't take this poem and
analyze it to the point that it brings us no joy and shows us nothing about
ourselves. To me, analyzing poetry and saying "This is what the writer was
saying" means that one poem should tell everyone the same thing. But isn't
that the completely backwards? Like Elga said, poetry means something
different to everyone. I write poetry because I'm passionate person and
poetry is one way I express myself. Passion is not something to be
explained or analyzed. It's just how we feel. Thank you all for listening,
and I really do hope that this site won't turn into a chat room, because I
really do love the whole idea.

Grace from United States
Comment 281 of 1110, added on October 19th, 2005 at 9:27 AM.

Ingrid, I'm not sure how long you have been on this site, but I welcome
you. You seem to be a very nice person.

I would like it if everyone would agree to not fight over little things on
this posting area, such as what the color yellow represents. (I chose this
topic because no one was being exactly hateful when they argued about it.)
That is obviously an opinion and everyone may have different views on it. I
now promise that I, Joodie, will not argue over petty matters. I hope you
all will do the same.

And now of course, to talk about this poem. I have discovered that even I
have gone slightly off track with this. I must write now how I feel about
this poem in poetic form, my interpretation, if you will.

A the smoke billows up the chimney
Fades away into breeze
Watching makes a feeling
Of being lost

As the smoke fades away
Into the breeze
Thinking about life
Seems so futile

Reaching for it
Grasping a handful
Opening the hand
All is gone

Thank you all for listening. Ingrid, I liked your poem a lot, too. Keep
writing, pupils.

Joodie from Bulgaria

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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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