Moral of the story: Don't blaze new trails, follow the traditions set down by your predecessors. 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. In the first three stanzas the traveler describes how the paths as basically the same. The speaker chooses one, telling himself that he will take the other another day. See, I think that Frost knew the consequences of his decision. Hence, because of all the future road choices he knows he'll encounter, he thinks he's unlikely to ever come back and discover what this first road is like. .
It was tough for him to recognize the real road as in the morning he was the first person to walk on the road. Lines three through five, express that the individual is trying to see as far as he can down each road, to help him decide which one he should choose to take. David Orr is the poetry columnist for the New York Times Book Review. He admits that both paths are equal earlier in the poem and that he will not likely have a chance to follow the other path. What is fallacious in an argument can be mesmerizing in a poem.
And it is, in most respects, a normal piece of smartly assembled and quietly manipulative product promotion. First, he found the first road to be the more travelled one, but then he says that both the roads to be equally travelled. To where it bent in the undergrowth; He stands at the fork for a long time and examines one of the roads as far as he can. At this point, Frost, no doubt using eloquence befitting a wordsmith of his stature, told the gamekeeper off once again, explaining what would happen if said gamekeeper ever chose to threaten the pair again while they walked. We know that from the first and second stanzas. Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back. We must choose the one we see fit and do our best to make it work.
In taking that path, he gave up his chance to take the other one. Oh, I kept the first for another day! From , a new book by David Orr. He can't see the end of the road because the road curves away from his line of vision. And book sales indicate more about the popularity of a particular poet than of any individual poem. For an audience of car buyers in New Zealand to recognize a hundred-year-old poem from a country eight thousand miles away is something else entirely.
His wife died in 1938 of heart failure following breast cancer. But where he succeeded was in being a truly great poet who also had widely popular appeal. That is part of the beauty of them. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. However, this is not the general meaning of the whole poem. Thompson also says that when introducing the poem in readings, Frost would say that the speaker was based on his friend Edward Thomas. We are often torn between choosing a life path that best suits us.
There is no evidence that Frost ever contemplated doing so, in agony or otherwise. Stanza 2 Summary In this second stanza, lines six through eight: the individual in the poem finally makes a decision and chooses a road that he thinks he believes is better, because it looked like not many people had walked on it before. But there is one very unusual aspect to this commercial. Our route is, thus, determined by an accretion of choice and chance, and it is impossible to separate the two. The more one thinks about it, the more difficult it becomes to be sure who is doing what and why. Precisely who is not doing the taking? Both leading to different outcomes.
The carefully crafted personae of the New England farmer, a seemingly artless concern for the doldrums of rural life, and an adherence to the traditional forms of poetry, even as those forms were breaking down under 20th-century Modernism. By having the character in the poem examine the roads ahead of him, Frost is emphasizing that we all try our best to guess what lays ahead for us in every opportunity that we are presented in an attempt to find some control and later comfort over our final decisions. I always welcome people to comment and share their thoughts. We have to choose, and most terrifyingly, the choice may not actually matter. This is just my view on it.
We can never recapture the simplicity and innocence of life. More than anything in the text of the poem, this title hints that the poem is about lost opportunities, and the complexities of choices, not just choosing the path that is fresh and new. Once again, Thomas, reasonably, reacted by trying to exit the situation rapidly without provoking the person who had a gun trained on him. Oh, I kept the first for another day! 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. Oh, I kept the first for another day! I find his concluding statement in that sentence to be the most inspiring. The poem therefore is reflecting on how we reconcile our decisions over time often giving more weight to the wisdom of our decisions than was true of the original circumstances.
He even went so far as to state that his real countrymen were not Englishmen, but the birds. It is incredibly hard to believe that a man chose to go to war because someone wrote a poem about him. Both paths had fallen leaves and no sign that anyone had taken either path recently Oh, I kept the first for another day! So his stating that in the future he will say he took the path less traveled, is the narrator admitting that he will lie about the moment in the future. The title itself is a small but potent engine that drives us first toward one untaken road and then immediately back to the other, producing a vision in which we appear somehow on both roads, or neither. Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.