The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost is one of the most famous and widely-read American poems. It’s also one of the most commonly misinterpreted. What was Frost really saying? What is the significance of poetry? Let’s watch as John Green offers us some potential answers.
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.
It’s an interesting poem because:
- It’s kind of responsible for the death of the person it was written for.
- What most people conclude from the poem is the exact opposite of what Robert Frost intended to conclude.
- This dissonance points at something terrible about poetry I think Hank.