Originally Posted by Darby_crash
haha. like an alternative way of thinking. to deal with this sort of thing
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 marked 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.
by robert frost.
sorry for yet again a long post
Sorry to ambush your thread but was this poem about self delusion and how the narrator is predicting that he will romanticizes his reflection of his past choices in the future? I got into an argument with my English teacher about this last week. He says at one point that one road is more used than the other but than comes the conclusion that they were used about the same, and then concludes that he took a path that was lesser traveled. Is this a justifiable interpretation?