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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  • (7/16/2013 11:07:00 PM)


    You people are pretty dumb. He is saying that in the future he will proclaim with a SIGH of hypocrisy that the road he chose was more difficult and has made all the difference when in reality the paths were much the same and neither was more worn.

    Then took the other, as just as fair - equal terrain Though as for that the passing there
    Had worn them really about the same - equal terrain And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black - equal terrain, both not having footprints in the leaves

    He's saying it doesn't f'ing matter which road he took because he would be where he is now, but will tell people that it made all the difference.

    Seriously guys reading your insulting understanding of this poem was almost as pathetic as how you proclaim inspiration from it.
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  • (7/15/2013 8:38:00 PM)


    Like Andy Dufresne says in The Shawshank Redemption It's like something out of a Robert Frost poem. After reading this poem you come to know why he said that
    Also read my poems at abcboy907
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  • Kesha Joan (7/7/2013 8:01:00 PM)


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  • (7/6/2013 8:48:00 AM)


    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,


    I think he's saying here, The road I took looked less traveled but actually it wasn't-it was traveled on about the same. His sigh at the end could indicate regret-after all he was looking at the other road so attentively-where he even overlooks the road he took was worn the same. Who knows? Robert Frost liked to sew in a little mystery, that's why I love his work.
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  • (6/27/2013 11:09:00 PM)


    My fave poem, it's like my decision now. Yeah I choose the one road now. (Report) Reply

  • (6/20/2013 2:48:00 PM)


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  • (6/13/2013 5:07:00 AM)


    My favourite piece of poetry in the entire universe. (Report) Reply

  • Wahab Abdul (6/11/2013 12:22:00 PM)


    excellent poem.......but i have written ''the roads i killed ''......but a bit different. (Report) Reply

  • Raabia Tabassum (6/6/2013 2:58:00 PM)


    Ah- - Mazzzzzzzzinnnnnnnnng. (Report) Reply

  • Stephen Loomes (5/24/2013 6:40:00 PM)


    How can he reach that conclusion, after making his decision in confusion, and choosing one road, with his clever little ode, knowledge of the other was just delusion (Report) Reply

  • (5/24/2013 1:53:00 AM)


    Sometimes I hate you
    I can't forget
    Are there ruins left
    I cherish
    A dream stronger than a feeling
    I persist
    God has made it happen
    I am gladly obsessed
    Moved by isolation
    Together we are changed
    Why did you leave
    We can make more words
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  • (5/13/2013 10:08:00 PM)


    Such a silly thought is love
    as we define unspeakable things
    like the beauty of turtle doves
    or what exactly what they're feeling

    To say I don't would be a lie
    hiding lost feelings of joy,
    a sin like this, I'd surely die
    don't play with love, it's not a toy

    and death do us part, but not at heart
    the words I love you strung
    amidst the foggy darkness that tries
    tries to rip us apart

    such a silly thought is love
    a memory
    a feeling
    deep down inside
    I need your love

    -Voiceless (._.)
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  • (5/12/2013 8:41:00 AM)


    wow people seem to hate aussies and wogs, wow racism much..... (Report) Reply

  • (5/12/2013 4:16:00 AM)


    im aussie/wog, HAPPY MOTHERS DAY! (Report) Reply

  • (5/12/2013 4:14:00 AM)


    Poop

    poop is such a relief to do
    getting rid of all the crap in you

    food in your mouth
    shit out your south
    the cycle relentessly continue

    whether many or a few
    turds in you
    eject easily or slowly drag thru

    daily it's the same
    as your bowels proclaim
    'once again the shit is due! '

    this poem isn't profound
    about that lovely brown mound
    some in fact will think it crap
    and i humbly agree
    with all that's bottled up
    inside me
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  • (5/11/2013 4:42:00 PM)


    each time talking about a road you make a division for your own road... i am not good in calculations of life or where i will go but i believe in one thing that here their all he will be their, , i just learn how to differ soul by straight way in silent shadow roads, , feelings appear in dark create sharp needle in some where else waiting for who dare to go but avoid troubles is much more better than accusing others with thing passed by in bad life experience or in old view... believe or not is the human concern only with god, may be when i grow old i will try to make young youth not to be hurt but to be true some have limits and others will ask about the hard dark narrow road and those are more with no definitions cause its useless define for limited options for hunger wild creatures and they will be too young, where will you go? when my eye hurt me i took it off from my head to go straight as old teach me so, separating soul exercise from any touchable thinking will be much better to control you head and don't flow with any idea or any memory will be shown.. have a good day. (Report) Reply

  • (5/8/2013 11:04:00 AM)


    i am australian too. Ello mate (Report) Reply

  • Jack Growden (5/8/2013 5:20:00 AM)


    Hey, please have a look at my poems. I am a young aspiring Australian poet. Thanks! ! J.A. Growden (Report) Reply

  • (5/7/2013 11:05:00 AM)


    I like lunch. favorite skool subject (Report) Reply

  • (5/7/2013 11:03:00 AM)


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