Quotes about the road not taken
The Road Not Taken and Other Poems Quotes by Robert Frost
Robert Frost reads The Road Not Taken
The Road Not Taken and Other Poems Quotes
Seize every opportunity along the way, for how sad it would be if the road you chose became the road not taken. One always wonders about roads not taken. I would love to go back and travel the road not taken, if I knew at the end of it I'd find the same set of grandkids. No one is discontented at not being a king except a discrowned king But in the end, I suppose, we only have one life to lead, and the roads not taken would always outnumber and outshine the roads we end up taking, day by day, without plan.
This Robert Frost quote means a lot to me, I have read it over times in my life, and really have tried to set my path or lack there of based upon these words of wisdom. I think I find solace in knowing that I am not the only one out there who beats to a different drum. The fact that Mr. Frost felt this way about blazing his own course sets me at ease in doing the same. 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,.
Robert Frost is one of the most influential and famous poets of all time. His books have sold millions of copies. Robert Frost started out his life like many artists. He knew that he was a poet at heart, but everyone pushed him to do something more practical. His father died when he was only 11, leaving the family penniless. Despite hardship, Frost did well enough in academics to attend Dartmouth University , even if only for two months.
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“The Road Not Taken”
Analysis of The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. Ah, when to the heart of man was it ever less than a treason to go with the drift of things to yield with a grace to reason and bow and accept at the end of a love or a season. Most of the change we think we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favour. Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in. A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom. A poem…begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.