The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost (HD) 

This was my Dad’s favorite poem, and Robert Frost was his favorite poet. My Dad was an amazing poet too. He passed away in February last year and Covid prevented a memorial service. Today in 3 hours, our family will finally honor him. He truly did choose the road less traveled by and that made all the difference to his family, friends, and the community. We love you and miss you Dad. To the moon and back

The often overlooked element-that the roads were both about equal, and equally unknown-is what gives this poem it’s depth and beauty. In life we only get to walk one road. Whichever we’ve chosen, the other is always unknown (can’t rewind time, even if you can make a different choice in the future). In that way, the agency we have is not in whether we choose the “fairer” road or the road less traveled-our choice is in the narrative we tell ourselves about our lives. We have a choice of whether to look back with regret or pride-and therefore, to build ourselves up, or talk ourselves down.

One of my mum's favourite poems along with Wordsworth's Daffodils. She always told me as a boy that while the short road was easier it was the long road, with all its trials and hardship, that bore a better future for anyone - who walked that path.

Finally, actually read by somebody who understands how the poem is supposed to flow

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long stood And look 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.

Eventually, this poem will find you and it will make all the difference

This poem was one set for the English Literature exam in the early sixties. I cannot remember anything of it and probably the school setting wrecked it for me. Now, sixty years later I think it is wonderful.

I listen to this daily. I dont care how it was written but more how i recieved it.

I read this school a year ago and it didn't mean much to me. When I stumbled upon it again on my own, I realized how powerful the poem is. It has also come to my understanding that there is a notion that this poem is often misunderstood, but poetry is sometimes ambiguous in its nature. Nonetheless, Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets... and I'm glad schools use this poem, however using this poem in formal learning setting really ruined some of its value for me.

This was childhood school english class poem still remember 32 now never forgotten

My teacher began showing us these poems and he showed us this one in class so we can visualize it better. After the poem, I told him, "This one has something to it." He told me, "Yeah, I feel the same. In all my years of teaching high school students poems, I can never get over this one. It's just powerful." And I agree. It's so good. This poem is one of those that can make me cry if I think about it a lot.

In Memory of Bruce Free, who introduced me to the poetry of Robert Frost.

He's not literally talking about a physical path, he's speaking of himself, the two paths are a metaphor, his personal life path, all of us have the free will to choose our own path towards our personal destiny in life. He speaks of equal similarities between the two paths, he chose the one maybe not considered to be the mainstream, therefore he was growing and searching, discovering and encompassing his true unique personal self, he did not choose the common path, therefore, taking a stand for his own true conviction and not being a follower in this life, he chose his own path, his own way of doing things, in the end, that's what made all the difference, he found his true destiny, by being true to himself. So there was no need to ever return and go back and walk the other path.

"THE ROAD TAKEN" The road I took in that yellow wood Cleaved the thicket as far as it could, I should have taken the other track, The same-worn path a half-mile back. It pains me now how long I stood Weighing the options, bad and good; Musing, as way leads on to way, On choices glad and lackaday, On by and by and a distant sigh For deeming roads less traveled by.

Love Frost for his unique thoughts ...which makes me better each day......Thankyou for sharing..

Very beautiful poem, I am Russian speaking poet, already began writing in English, and I see how many good poets in American and English literature are there. I would like to combine both worlds and make some new and important. Robert Frost is my favorite poet in English

Whoever put this together did a wonderful job. Perfect reading. The background music and visuals are dead on the money.

Anyone else feel it hit hard when it reads ‘I doubted if I should ever come back’ ?

Even after 8 years .. I havent found anyone else recite like you. Sir.

I have always loved this poem. I still do and I experience the same thoughts each time I hear it.

My favorite one. It has so much meaning to me at this point of my life.

..And I took the less travelled by ..and that has made all the difference...

This poem is the story of my life

I gave this poem to my grandchildren as they graduated high school......its meaning is everything to me.

Aaaaaah ...simply beautiful.

This is one of my Papa’s favorite poems. He gave me a book of poetry by Robert Frost when I was a teenager. Now I’m 38 and he is in hospice. I’m going to read this at his service. So very beautiful and moving and deeply personal to me.

I wouldn't hurt anybody to go pick up a book of Robert Frost poetry, or any other poets work, and read it through,, thinking about the imagery and what the poet is trying to say through them. Robert Frost himself died today in 1963, so that's why I'm here today, posting this on my FB page!

what i get from this poem is the decisions that we sometimes make and as for Frost it was equally that difficult.

It gives me chills every time.

I read it in 9th standard in 2015, I understood, This became my favorite poem, This gave me lesson of life, Then one day my teacher explained it, Ruining all what it really mean, After then thinking myself wrong I got really disappointed not because of me not understanding it but because what it really "mean". And today I'm here again realizing that I was right and she was wrong, I'm feeling really pleased.

The road you take is your road. Be present on that road every day. Accept the road as it goes by. Your road is your life!!!!

A friend of mine showed me this poem after my first initiation to finally become who I am. It moves me. It moves more then one can imagine. Barely a day passes on without thinking about it; without reading it; without crying a tear. No, tear of sorrow no, but a tear of joy, of an old heard moved by gentle words discribing a path laying before me.

It's very touching, Robert frost is one of my favorite poets. If the world would listening to this, If people wouldn't be scared of changing. I don't judge those, but I took the road I less traveled by. (And that's has made all the difference)

One of the truly great poems in the English language. 👍

That makes the different. The less travelled by. Wonderful projection.

I miss my father... Haven't heard from him since 1998. I'll read this poem at his funeral because it's the only memory I have of him.

I have never heard any poem in this voice! This is very interesting and full of suspence!

I love this poem, I listen to it everyday

I read this in school. My forever favorite poem.

That is probably the most beautiful poem I have ever seen because of how soft it is

This poem made me remember Dead Poet’s Society

THE BEST RECITE OF "ROAD NOT TAKEN" I EVER HEARD!!!! THANKS A LOT............. LUV YOU

A beautiful rendition of an amazing poem - one of my favourite pieces of Robert Frost's work

Every day I listen to it! So beautiful!

I never thought this poem was so deep

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. - Robert Frost

This iconic poem by mr. Frost, guided me in my Decision's pertaining to Life, when as a teenager I felt no one answer's i got from people i could trust, this poem always steered me down the best path!

This is the definitive way to enjoy this beautiful poem.

Beautiful poem by Robert frost 😍

So beautiful....

Thank you so much for sharing .. ,my thoughts written in verses...keeps me bring back to the road of hope in my life...Thank you dear Frost..

I understood this at 13 years old and kept this in my heart till this day.

My FAVORITE poem! I've never seen this before!! Thank you so much for sharing this!! ♥️

one of my favourites................. poems i had ever came across as a student as a poet also.

One of my favourite poems!! No words for it

The Wknd really blew me away with this one! It reminds me of the 80s and he done amazing!

deciding on my job and the future of my life right now...

i like this video beautiful background music and voice

Indeed... WAY onto WAY... the Wondrous, the Adventurous, the Yielding... self onto meaning...

This is my #1 poem. Just love it...

This is so beautiful and I'm here from South Korean group Stray Kids ~ this video is calming and just watching the beautiful landscapes is even more calming ~

One of my all time favourite poems 💖

Man, I cried in the end. Thank you sir for this composition.

Love listening to more recitations...

I got chills on the last line of the poem, gosh, this was so beautiful. What a beautiful poem.

“I ended up checking out both roads.” - Vito Rex

A poem, always near to my heart, even when I am not thinking of it specifically. With great thanks for your having lived to write it, my dear Mt. Frost.

Each time I feel refreshed .in hearing this verses...!.WOW..!! May your beautiful soul be Blessed forever...dear, dear Frost...!

This poem made me teary eyed. I don't know why. I can't really express how I feel. But I know I feel greater, I feel good. :)

Take it from me: take either one, just don't stand still

tune is very relaxed , i love the tune 💕

Thank you sir

very beautiful!!!

I like the way it is read..with more pause....Great Job........Hits you a little harder this way....

These verses are right from your soul in search of perfection... dear Frost....Thank you for this deep woods of thought for those embroiled in the modern world..

I LEFT THE FARM FOR NURSING SCHOOL IN THE BIG CITY...IAM RETIRED NOW...BACK ON THE FARM AND LOVE THE DIRT ROADS...THE BIRDS SINGING...BEAUTIFUL TREES AND RIVER....MY HUSBAND PASSED AWAY...I WISH HE WAS HERE!!!.

I'm here because I have to recite this word for word perfectly for an English test tomorrow. Tears. I'm going to fail but at least it's a good poem.

Nice inflection and pauses, helps one understand the poem better.

I remember reading this back in 10th or 11th grade years ago and this popped back in mind after listening to a song.

Wonderful.

The video provides a great backdrop to this intricate introspection. Frost is said to have based his "yellow wood" on his memories of his time in England- specifically when he and other poets descended on, and settled briefly in, the small Gloucestershire village of Dymock. A century on, Dymock remains surrounded by woods which in spring glow yellow with an abdundance of wild daffodils. I have spent many happy hours walking my dogs there wondering which if any of the diverging paths Frost did. or didn't take!

Great musical tone and video to go along with this

my favorite poem we always face two roads.. and it has made all the difference

BEAUTIFUL VIDEO AND BEAUTIFUL TRUE WORDS

I love this so much! Ever since elementary school. (Tear) Which road will you travel? That will make all the difference.

I heard it before I knew stray kids but know that I know them is like WHAAAAT "YELLOW WOOD" I love this ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Very peaceful and relaxing, but at the same time very exciting and uplifting, well done Mr. Frost!

Beautiful voice on a beautiful poem!

im here because of Stray Kids. this poem has such meaning ahh😭❤️

Very nice poem

Beautiful

Such wonderful words of wisdom in this poem. Yes indeed, perhaps it is better to travel the less traveled road. It may just happen to led to a wonderful destination!

Powerful Poem!

Frost wrote the poem as a joke for a friend, the poet Edward Thomas. When out walking together, Thomas was usually indecisive about which road to take, and often lamented in hindsight that they should have gone the other way. This from The Poetry Foundation website: "The poem masquerades as a meditation about choice, but the critic William Pritchard suggests that the speaker is admitting that “choosing one rather than the other was a matter of impulse, impossible to speak about any more clearly than to say that the road taken had ‘perhaps the better claim.’” In many ways, the poem becomes about how-through retroactive narrative-the poet turns something as irrational as an “impulse” into a triumphant, intentional decision. Decisions are nobler than whims, and this reframing is comforting, too, for the way it suggests that a life unfolds through conscious design. However, as the poem reveals, that design arises out of constructed narratives, not dramatic actions. "When Frost sent the poem to Thomas, Thomas initially failed to realize that the poem was (mockingly) about him. Instead, he believed it was a serious reflection on the need for decisive action. (He would not be alone in that assessment.) "Frost was disappointed that the joke fell flat and wrote back, insisting that the sigh at the end of the poem was “a mock sigh, hypo-critical for the fun of the thing.” The joke rankled; Thomas was hurt by this characterization of what he saw as a personal weakness-his indecisiveness, which partly sprang from his paralyzing depression. Thomas presciently warned Frost that most readers would not understand the poem’s playfulness and wrote, “I doubt if you can get anybody to see the fun of the thing without showing them & advising them which kind of laugh they are to turn on.” Edward Thomas was right, and the critic David Orr has hailed “The Road Not Taken” as a poem that “at least in its first few decades … came close to being reader-proof.” "The last stanza-stripped of the poem’s earlier insistence that the roads are “really about the same”-has been hailed as a clarion call to venture off the beaten path and blaze a new trail. Frost’s lines have often been read as a celebration of individualism, an illustration of Emerson’s claim that “Whoso would be a man, must be a nonconformist.” In the film Dead Poets Society, the iconoclastic teacher Mr. Keating, played by Robin Williams, takes his students into a courtyard, instructs them to stroll around, and then observes how their individual gaits quickly subside into conformity. He passionately tells them, “Robert Frost said, ‘Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-/ I took the one less traveled by / And that has made all the difference.’” "Far from being an ode to the glories of individualism, however, the last stanza is a riddling, ironic meditation on how we turn bewilderment and impulsiveness into a narrative: 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. Again, the language is stylized, archaic, and reminiscent of fairytales. Frost claims he will be telling the story “somewhere ages and ages hence,” a reversal of the fairytale beginning, “Long, long ago in a faraway land.” Through its progression, the poem suggests that our power to shape events comes not from choices made in the material world-in an autumn stand of birches-but from the mind’s ability to mold the past into a particular story. The roads were about the same, and the speaker’s decision was based on a vague impulse. The act of assigning meanings-more than the inherent significance of events themselves-defines our experience of the past. "The fairytale-like language also accentuates the way the poem slowly launches into a conjuring trick. Frost liked to warn listeners (and readers) that “you have to be careful of that one; it’s a tricky poem-very tricky.” Part of its trick is that it enacts what it has previously claimed is impossible: the traveling of two roads at once. "The poem’s ending refuses to convey a particular emotional meaning; it playfully evades categorizations even as it describes divisions created by choices. Its triumph is that it does travel two emotional trajectories while cohering as a single statement. We cannot tell, ultimately, whether the speaker is pleased with his choice; a sigh can be either contented or regretful. The speaker claims that his decision has made “all the difference,” but the word difference itself conveys no sense of whether this choice made the speaker’s life better or worse-he could, perhaps, be envisioning an alternate version of life, one full of the imagined pleasures the other road would have offered. "Indeed, when Frost and Thomas went walking together, Thomas would often choose one fork in the road because he was convinced it would lead them to something, perhaps a patch of rare wild flowers or a particular bird’s nest. When the road failed to yield the hoped-for rarities, Thomas would rue his choice, convinced the other road would have doubtless led to something better. In a letter, Frost goaded Thomas, saying, “No matter which road you take, you’ll always sigh, and wish you’d taken another.” "And, indeed, the title of the poem hovers over it like a ghost: “The Road Not Taken.” According to the title, this poem is about absence. It is about what the poem never mentions: the choice the speaker did not make, which still haunts him. Again, however, Frost refuses to allow the title to have a single meaning: “The Road Not Taken” also evokes “the road less traveled,” the road most people did not take. "The poem moves from a fantasy of staving off choice to a statement of division. The reader cannot discern whether the “difference” evoked in the last line is glorious or disappointing-or neither. What is clear is that the act of choosing creates division and thwarts dreams of simultaneity. All the “difference” that has arisen-the loss of unity-has come from the simple fact that choice is always and inescapably inevitable. The repetition of I-as well as heightening the rhetorical drama-mirrors this idea of division. The self has been split. At the same time, the repetition of I recalls the idea of traveling two roads as one traveler: one I stands on each side of the line break-on each side of the verse’s turn-just as earlier when the speaker imagined being a single traveler walking down both roads at once. "The poem also wryly undercuts the idea that division is inevitable: the language of the last stanza evokes two simultaneous emotional stances. The poem suggests that-through language and artifice-we can “trick” our way out of abiding by the law that all decisions create differences. We can be one linguistic traveler traveling two roads at once, experiencing two meanings. In a letter, Frost claimed, “My poems … are all set to trip the reader head foremost into the boundless.” The meaning of this poem has certainly tripped up many readers-from Edward Thomas to the iconic English teacher in Dead Poets Society. But the poem does not trip readers simply to tease them-instead it aims to launch them into the boundless, to launch them past spurious distinctions and into a vision of unbounded simultaneity."

Heartbreakingly beautiful.

This is a ridiculously perceptive piece of poetry. I consider myself to be now treading that grass that ''wants wear''.

I I am telling this with a sigh, aged and ages hence, I regret taking the one less traveled by.!

Fav poem of all time I still remember being in school and having to memorize it for extra credit and I'm happy I did cause that made all the difference

From Dominican Republic I love this poet and his poems as well. Now this one is a peace of art as it shows the dilemma of life when it comes to choose a path.

This was voted most favourite poem by readers of the physics magazine "Paired Particles Monthly."