Thoughts on Robert Frost’s ‘The Road not Taken’

I wanted to post some thoughts here on Frost’s most quoted poem ‘The Road not Taken’. I am sure you are already familiar with the poem, you probably heard it at your high school graduation or in some sort of inspirational talk/speech. It’s used as one of those ‘feel good’, ‘everyone’s special’ sort of things. Very saccharine. Here it is to refresh your memory:

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.

So yeah, a quick read of it and you do walk away thinking, It’s good to take the less beaten path and to be a individual, blah, blah, blah. Read it again. One more time, pay attention to the words used in each verse… Notice anything? Is the poem really what people seem to think it is? I’m beginning to think not.

There are a couple of points that make me think Frost is doing something more subtle here than making some bland statement on being unique. First, the last two lines of the second verse “Though as for that the passing there, Had worn them really about the same.” These lines directly contradict what he has said before about the paths. He states he went on the one ‘less traveled’ but here he states that the two of them are about as the same. The beginning of the next verse is the same. Both the trails are equal, Frost hints that it doesn’t matter which one is taken as the two paths are the same…

So what does that mean when you arrive at the last line, that choosing the one path ‘has made all the difference’? What difference? If the paths are the same, if they don’t have any substantial differences, at least as far as they both can be viewed from the crossing. The difference then only lies in the chooser’s view after the fact. Making the choice completely subjective. I don’t think the poem is about being individualistic or striking out alone off the beaten path at all. Rather it is about viewing the past with nostalgia and a little remorse…

Some Thoughts

I thought this post was good… I found the link on Digg. It appears that the author really doesn’t need or want my link, whatever. The one person who reads this thing (Hi Mom!) will like it and I don’t need anyone else’s love. So here it is. The reason I’m linking it is because it reminds me of myself when I was attending high school. Have studies been done on teenagers? From my dim recollections I was much crueler then than I am now. And I found it hilarious to be so. Moving onward, upward and forever twirling I wanted to write about something… What was it?

I forgot.

Think about it

Have you ever considered this moment as your last? No, of course not you just like me are immortal and we’ll never die…

Do you find it humorous that our even our bodies and minds lie to us constantly. We pretend that a thing is habitual: normal, repeatable, comforting. We construct our life around them never acknowledging that this is the last cigarette you will ever smoke. That is the last time you’ll go to work. This is the last time you’ll ever kiss her… on and on. Each time is the last time and each moment whether you stretch it across a day or it flutters by on butterfly wings is the last one you’ll have, afterwards it’s forever lost. We are forever doing over and over again new things…

Does it make any sense to you?

Turn the Page…

So tomorrow another quarter ends and at this point I’m making all sorts of promises to myself that I’m sure to break as soon as it becomes convenient to do so. As my days become open to do those things which I’d really like to do more I begin to fill them with all the activities I’ve been putting off since Sept. The truth though is that my break between this ending quarter and the one beginning in Jan. is going to pass by before I realize it and I’ll look back and see that I spent my time sleeping or vegging in front of the television or computer screen.

Oh, I’ll make plans to go out and do some photography and I’ll pencil in some time to write every morning and a dozen other things I’ve wanted to do but haven’t yet. Cheered just by the thought of doing these things. When the time comes to act though, I will inevitably find myself too tired to leave the house… ‘vacation’ will take place in my bed as usual. Finding the madness in my dreams preferable to the reality that surrounds me…

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