Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

The Road Not Taken - Poem by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
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Comments about The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

  • Eli Clevenger (2/20/2014 12:48:00 PM)

    This is one of my teachers favorite poems. (Report) Reply

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  • Rajalekshmi Lambodharan (2/19/2014 9:33:00 AM)

    Defines me. If i wouldn't have taken the less traveled road at a high point in my life - sigh! can't imagine where i would have landed today. (Report) Reply

  • Mitra Medhini (2/14/2014 8:45:00 AM)

    This poem gives a good idea about choosing our profession. (Report) Reply

  • Zach Showgren Zach Showgren (2/6/2014 10:46:00 AM)

    I LOVE IT! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! It has great influence on my 13 years of life (Report) Reply

  • Patrick Dennis (2/6/2014 4:25:00 AM)

    Strange the title when it is not what the poem is about. Or is it? The 'sigh' is an expression of regret I think about the road not taken: the choice of one road implies the renunciation of the other - and all its mystery and magic. Was all the difference good or bad? What unspeakable, unimagined and unimaginable destiny our choices portend! So allow an old man his boast: I lived decisively and acted as only the brave can act, trusting sometimes only to gut instinct; I accept the consequences and live steadfast and true. But the old man keeps his sense of irony. TS and Stephen W are right too - probably more right than I am, although I don't accept that the boast is an outright lie. We humans are morally ambivalent - a condition which forms the bedrock of irony. (Report) Reply

  • Nikolai Morskoi (2/1/2014 9:08:00 PM)

    This is perhaps the most beautiful poem I've read about freewill and our ability to choose our destiny, path, or way in life. Another message he attempts to show us through this poem is the irrevocability of our decisions and choices. (Report) Reply

  • Jane Noponen Perinacci Jane Noponen Perinacci (1/30/2014 10:10:00 AM)

    Robert Frost's poetry rocks! (Report) Reply

  • J K Lee J K Lee (1/26/2014 12:47:00 AM)

    I love the poems of Robert Frost. Their philosophical significance and implications are deep. This poem is delightful and deep and I spent the past one year crafting a poetic response, based on past 30 years of studying, applying and learning from the wisdom literature of the world. I have used the same title The Road Not Taken and hope to share my experiences with readers of poems. Thanks, Merton Lee, Singapore (Report) Reply

  • Rob Wood (1/25/2014 8:20:00 AM)

    This is a great poem. Beautiful, poignant - in a completely different class from Maya Angelou. (Report) Reply

  • V S (1/19/2014 4:07:00 AM)

    when we involve with the known business and compete with one another, many business have failed, because one out of ten business entities manage to survive after 10 years and we see the red ocean in people's life as these businessmen and their associates are burdened with debt and other emotional issues,
    If we venture into the new business which is less practiced, we may catch many fish in the blue oceans, where the fish are not killed for the survival of others, so the path less traveled can be chosen for our future endeavors.. (Report) Reply

  • V S (1/13/2014 7:19:00 AM)

    Frost's less traveled path could have been the inspiration for the idea of Blue ocean strategy... (Report) Reply

  • Stephen W (12/31/2013 3:48:00 PM)

    Excellent, T S! Thank goodness somebody understands it.
    The reason for wanting to take the less-travelled road is actually the conventional one that 'it...wanted wear'.
    Paths that are untrodden are overgrown and lost to the weeds, so a country person will choose the less-travelled one automatically, to keep it available for the future. However, in this case, there is really no difference. (Report) Reply

  • Douglas Scotney (12/29/2013 6:05:00 PM)

    Longfellow's Hiawatha chose the bark of a tree in a yellow wood on the basis that the tree would not need it, now that summer had arrived, as much as he needed a boat made out of the bark.
    There could be a connection between the yellow woods. (Report) Reply

  • T S (12/29/2013 12:48:00 PM)

    Many seem to be missing the heart of this is not a glorification of doing your own thing. In fact, the last stanza more or less pokes fun at those who, in reflecting on their lives, do so with false nostalgia about having taken the road less traveled by. If you read it carefully, he says a few times, in a few ways, that the 2 roads were basically the same - he made a choice, based on instinct, to choose one road over the other, and in relating the story acknowledges that later in life he will mythologize his decision as being one that worked for him because he did it his way. See the excerpt below from Frost in Columbia Literary History of the United States. Ed. Emory Elliott. Copyright © 1988 by the Columbia University Press, by Jay Parini:

    A close look at the poem reveals that Frost's walker encounters two nearlv identical paths: so he insists, repeatedly. The walker looks down one, first, then the other, as just as fair. Indeed, the passing there / Had worn them reallv about the same. As if the reader hasn't gotten the message, Frost says for a third time. And both that morning equally lay/ In leaves no step had trodden black. What, then, can we make of the final stanza? My guess is that Frost, the wily ironist, is saying something like this: When I am old, like all old men, I shall make a myth of my life. I shall pretend, as we all do, that I took the less traveled road. But I shall be lying. Frost signals the mockingly self-inflated tone of the last stanza by repeating the word I, which rhymes - several times - with the inflated word sigh. Frost wants the reader to know that what he will be saying, that he took the road less traveled, is a fraudulent position, hence the sigh. (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (12/24/2013 5:42:00 PM)

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    ...........two roads gives us two choices
    would both deliver the same results.
    the same experiences.......
    And sorry I could not travel both
    ...........and with life we have just one,
    sorry we don't have more than one,
    we should make the best of the one
    we have been given, make the right choices.....
    And be one traveler, long I stood
    ...........think long and hard about your
    choice in life, even pray and meditate
    about your choices.......
    And looked down one as far as I could
    ......contemplate what would be the
    outcome if I made this choice or if I
    made that choice......
    To where it bent in the undergrowth;

    I shall be telling this with a sigh
    .......make those dreams happen
    Somewhere ages and ages hence
    : ......then when you make your choice
    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
    ..........go for it,
    I took the one less traveled by,
    .........follow that dream
    And that has made all the difference. your life and be happy! (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai Ramesh Rai (12/22/2013 4:11:00 AM)

    I have nothing to comment. Robert Frost is my favorite poet and i have to learn a lot (Report) Reply

  • Billyd Burnett (12/21/2013 8:14:00 PM)

    Robert Frost is the greatest.
    The paths we have traveled and are still traveling.

    From a YAQUI WAY OF KNOWLEDGE by Carlos Castaneda.
    For me there is only the traveling on paths that
    have heart, on any path that may have heart.
    There I travel, and the only worthwhile challenge
    is to traverse its full length. And there I
    travel, looking, looking, breathlessly.
    - don Juan (Report) Reply

  • Jerod Douthit (11/22/2013 10:18:00 PM)

    What is the symbolsims of this poem? (Report) Reply

  • Barry Middleton Barry Middleton (11/20/2013 3:22:00 PM)

    Easy to see why this poem is near the top of the favorites. The thought is utterly simple yet universal. We all feel unique and we all look back with both regret and gratitude. The imagery is perfection, the road of life and the roads we choose often without much thought make all the difference in our lives. (Report) Reply

  • Thomas Nguyen (11/13/2013 5:40:00 PM)

    Robert Frost write poem with power and imagination (Report) Reply

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