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I came across the poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost in grade 9 as part of the syllabus. It was the poem that made me fall in love with literature, making it a classic for me that lives amidst me to this day. What makes it very special is not just my
personal bias but also its universal appeal.
The poem is essentially about choices and their consequences. It describes a traveller who encounters a fork in the road and must choose between two paths. The speaker reflects on the decision, contemplating how it will shape their future. The poem explores
themes of individuality, regret, and the impact of choices, symbolising life's many crossroads.
By the end of the poem, the speaker seems to reflect on a sense of regret regarding the path taken. This sentiment mirrors Robert Frost’s own life, where he initially left farming in America to move to Britain and pursue a career in writing. Although Frost
may have experienced moments of doubt or regret, his choice ultimately led him to become a celebrated and influential writer, showcasing how what seemed like a regretful decision contributed to his remarkable literary success.
One of the most significant decisions I faced was choosing between science and humanities—a choice akin to the "two roads diverged in a wood" from Frost’s poem. My path, the "one less traveled by," represents my own version of the road not taken. Revisiting
this classic poem highlights that although I chose the less conventional route, I have no regrets about standing apart from the mainstream. I can proudly say, "And that has made all the difference.
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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.
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The Road I Chose
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And yes, I could not travel both
As one traveler, proud I stood,
And gazed as far as I could look,
To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because the road was lush with untold dreams,
And each turn a new adventure,
I chose the trail where sunlight beams,
And discovered my heart's true gleams.
The other path, though still inviting,
Held echoes of the known and tried,
But my soul sought the path of light,
Where my own spirit could take its flight.
Knowing how way leads on to way, yet
I never doubted if I should ever come back.
In walking here, the choice I made
Was one of pride and bright array,
No regret nor fleeting shade,
Just pure delight in every sight.
For every step I took with cheer,
Each moment marked by steadfast pace,
Proved that the road I held so dear
Was mine alone, my own embrace.
I shall be telling this with a smile
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.
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