The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost

At a certain moment in life, a decision was made, and a path was taken, and a man's life was defined.

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[amdinga]

I remember having to memorize a Frost poem in high school. It wasn't more than just another task to do and I didn't comprehend the brilliance of the words I committed to memory. A few of these comments seem to echo my experience. It's such a shame. Frost is nothing short of genius, and I realize that now. Not enough good poetry gets truly absorbed by the youth these days :(

[samuelgodfreygeorge]

Thank you for sharing your insight.

[turkeydude123]

yes this helped me memorize my poem you are a life saver because if i didnt have it done my teacher would give me an f

[samuelgodfreygeorge]

I'm glad I could help. Thank you for letting me know.

[brrrhehe]

this totally hepled w/my report!! THANK YOU!!

[samuelgodfreygeorge]

You're welcome.

[carbineautomatic]

i remember i saw this on the wall in high school and thought that it must be lame, if it's on the wall there. but later ... i read it again one day, not really recognizing it ... and when I reached the last stanza, the top of my head blew off.

[bhagyalaxmiiyer2001]

my favourite poem..

[higgins221]

LOVE ITTT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[SierraLorraineBowers]

What a wonderful poem.

[bored6455]

i had to do this on the second week of school this year i made a 30 :(

[QuipiMast0r69]

thnx man, this help with my presentation.

[violet156]

beautiful.....

[Musiksender]

[...] Und sie lagen vor mir, beide gleich, die Blätter noch nicht schwarz von der Sohlen Bürde; einen hob ich mir für später auf, wohl wissend, dass Wege zu and'ren führen, und zweifelnd, ob ich je wieder zurückkommen würde. Und seufzend werde ich berichten, wenn Jahr um Jahr verstrichen: zwei Wege trennten sich im Wald, ich wählte den, der nicht oft beschritten, und das gab meinem Leben neue Gestalt. [The End.]

[Musiksender]

Der unbeschrittene Weg Zwei Wege trennten sich im herbstlichen Wald, und leider konnte ich nicht beide beschreiten, da ich doch nur einer war; lange machte ich Halt und sah so weit es ging dem einen nach, bis er im Unterholz verschwand. Ich nahm den and'ren, nicht minder schön, dem meine Schritte wohl teuer war'n da er, von Gras überwuchert, wollt' beschritten sein; obschon die Wand'rer, die dort gingen, beide gleich zu gebrauchen schienen. [to be continued]

[Musiksender]

One of my favourit English poems. A few days ago I transfered it into my mother-tongue German. Maybe some of you can understand it. It is in my next comment on this video.