The Road Not Taken
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.
I have always liked this poem. I have always been different, so it really spoke to me.
This poem is interpreted as an assertion of individualism.
Would you all agree?
The Road Less Traveled offers many Mysteries.
We should re-read great poems from time to time, and this is a great poem. Thanks for posting it.
Well, the description of the two roads in the first two quatrains shows that the speaker has no way of knowing which is the less traveled. They are both covered in fallen leaves that no one has yet walked upon. Without x-ray vision, he's just guessing. But he knows that at some point in the future, he will claim that he chose the road less traveled, and "that has made all the difference." We don't know what that difference might be; the speaker might one day be the poet laureate Robert Frost became, or he might be a drunken bum sleeping behind a dumpster. But he will tell himself that he chose the less traveled path.
Strikes me as a bit Freudian, the mixing of memory and desire we find in Eliot's The Waste-Land.
Thanks - very good interpretation.
I can picture U on the road.
You have a Beautiful Uniqueness .
Thanks for Sharing.