New Roman" size=4>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.
It appears that most of Robert Frost' poems are easy to read,but usually we may feel something deep after reading again and again,maybe that is why we say the "descepatively simplicity"of his poems.The first time i happened to know this poem was two years ago,but it was not until we discussed that in class seriously last week did i truely found something under the superficial-stuff.True,we make choices everyday.Sometimes it is really hard,since there is noy any way back and we cannot choose both,or say three at the same time.We are doomed to miss something.Whatever kinds of choices we make,then we may have that kinds of life. Yeah,we make differences by making choices.The poet encourages us all to take adventures in life,but easily we can find that, to certain degree,he feels regretful ,as we human beings cannot have enough power to explore more in life,namely,the limitation of ability.If you have different interpretations about this poem,please do let me know~Thanks~
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
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.
I like this one as well,many of us have to strive through the earthly struggles that we tend to ignore the beautiful nature around us easily,we tend to be materialistic.When the narrator stop in the dark and deep wood,the owner of the house as well as the horse both feel queer(odd,strange).They do not think the cold wood attractive,and ther eis no warm house near,everything is covered by snow,etc.,but the narrator does,he really enjoys a lot.
