The Road Not Taken and Other Poems

by Robert Frost, David Orr (Introduction)

A deluxe edition of Frost’s early poems, selected by poet David Orr for the centennial of “The Road Not Taken”

For one hundred years, Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” has enchanted and challenged readers with its deceptively simple premise—a person reaches a fork in the road, facing a choice full of doubt and possibility. The Road Not Taken and Other Poems presents Frost’s best-loved poem along with other works from his brilliant early years, including such poems as “After Apple-Picking,” “The Oven Bird,” and “Mending Wall.” Award-winning poet and critic David Orr’s introduction discusses why Frost remains so central (if often misunderstood) in American culture and how the beautiful intricacy of his poetry keeps inviting generation after generation to search for meaning in his work.

Genres: Poetry, Classics, Fiction, Philosophy, Literature, Picture Books, American

140 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1916

About the author

Flinty, moody, plainspoken and deep, Robert Frost was one of America's most popular 20th-century poets. Frost was farming in Derry, New Hampshire when, at the age of 38, he sold the farm, uprooted his family and moved to England, where he devoted himself to his poetry. His first two books of verse, A Boy's Will (1913) and North of Boston (1914), were immediate successes. In 1915 he returned to the United States and continued to write while living in New Hampshire and then Vermont. His pastoral images of apple trees and stone fences -- along with his solitary, man-of-few-words poetic voice -- helped define the modern image of rural New England. Frost's poems include "Mending Wall" ("Good fences make good neighbors"), "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" ("Whose woods these are I think I know"), and perhaps his most famous work, "The Road Not Taken" ("Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- / I took the one less traveled by"). Frost was awarded the Pulitzer Prize for poetry four times: in 1924, 1931, 1937 and 1943. He also served as "Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress" from 1958-59; that position was renamed as Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry (or simply Poet Laureate) in 1986.

Frost recited his poem "The Gift Outright" at the 1961 inauguration of John F. Kennedy... Frost attended both Dartmouth College and Harvard, but did not graduate from either school... Frost preferred traditional rhyme and meter in poetry; his famous dismissal of free verse was, "I'd just as soon play tennis with the net down."

Reviews

[Steven Godin · Rating 5 out of 5]

Forty six pages of greatness
when all is said and done,
these poems by Robert Frost
beam like the autumn sun.
Crisp under foot
breathing fresh country air,
in the land of Robert Frost
the trees are never bare.
With the freedom of a bird
just one more thing to say,
his spirit and poetic beauty
is always here to stay.

[Bionic Jean · Rating 3 out of 5]

This is a short selection of poems by Robert Frost, who was born in San Francisco, California, in 1874. Although he is considered to be one of the greatest American poets of the twentieth century, his first collection, "A Boy's Will" was originally published in England in 1913, during the 3 short years when he lived in England, between 1912-1915. In England he made some important acquaintances, including Edward Thomas and Rupert Brooke, who were both member of the group of six known as the Dymock poets. For the few years just before the First World War these six poets went walking in the Malvern Hills, Herefordshire and across to Gloucestershire, discussing their poetry and reading. Frost also met T. E. Hulme and Ezra Pound. Back in the USA he went on to write many more highly regarded collections of poetry, winning 4 Pulitzer prizes for poetry and was eventually awarded the Congressional Gold Medal for his poetry in 1960. He died in Boston, Massachusetts in 1963.

For English readers, the English connection and his English ancestry resonates, and much of the imagery used seems familiar. Usually it helps to have a frame of reference to assimilate all the nuances, but it is not quite so essential with Robert Frost's work. Nevertheless he is often more specific and localised, using colloquial American speech, with realistic depictions of rural life, specifically those in New England in the early 20th century. Frost had worked the farm for nine years while writing early in the mornings and producing many of the poems that would later become famous. Ultimately his farming proved unsuccessful and he returned to the field of education as an English teacher. His poetry can be read on many levels however, using these themes to examine complex social and philosophical issues. He has been thought of as the poet who hides the most, while appearing simple and obvious. Perhaps this explains his popularity as it is perfectly possible to enjoy the poem's imagery on a straightforward, superficial level, but there are hidden depths for those who want to find them.

There follows a list of the thirteen poems in this collection, with the name and chronological order of the original collections. It can be seen that they span a broad range:

The Road Not Taken (Mountain Interval, 1916)
The Death of the Hired Man (North of Boston, 1914-15)
The Mountain (North of Boston, 1914-15)
Fire and Ice (New Hampshire, 1923)
The Generations of Men (North of Boston, 1914-15)
The Grindstone (New Hampshire, 1923)
The Witch of Coos (New Hampshire, 1923)
A Brook in the City (New Hampshire, 1923)
Design (A Further Range, 1937)
House Fear (Mountain Interval, 1916)
The Lockless Door (New Hampshire, 1923)
Storm Fear (A Boy's Will, 1913)
Snow (Mountain Interval, 1916)

The Road Not Taken, the first poem in his third collection of poems, "Mountain Interval" is perhaps one of Frost's most famous and well-loved poems. It is a narrative, with a strict metre and rhyme scheme. The final couplet,

"I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference"

contains a clear message that there are always two choices in life.

It is also autobiographical. Not many readers may know that it is a poem about the close friendship between Robert Frost and Edward Thomas. They frequently took long walks together through the countryside, sometimes with the other Dymock poets. As Frost himself put it, the poem is "a mild satire on the chronic vacillating habits of Edward Thomas". He was amused over a familiar mannerism of Edward Thomas, who would often choose a route which might enable him to show his American friend a rare plant or special view. Invariably though, Thomas would regret his choice, sighing over what he might have shown Frost if they had taken a "better direction".

Since they were such good friends, it vividly illustrates the importance of irony in understanding much of Frost's work. For, sadly, Edward Thomas failed to see either Frost's irony - or himself as the subject of the poem - and despite his wife's belief that Frost never intended a serious criticism of his friend, it is thought to be a major contributing factor in Edward Thomas's decision to enlist in World War I. He was killed in battle 2 years later.

The Death of the Hired Man comes from Robert Frost's second book of poetry, "North of Boston", although it had been written earlier, in 1905 or 1906. It is a long narrative poem in blank verse, consisting almost entirely of a conversation between Mary and Warren, her farmer-husband, but as critics have observed, Frost makes the prosaic patterns of their speech sound lyrical. To Ezra Pound The Death of the Hired Man was Frost at his best - when he "dared to write ... in the natural speech of New England; in natural spoken speech, which is very different from the "natural" speech of the newspapers, and of many professors."

Silas, an old workhand who used to help with the haymaking, had previously left the farm at an inconvenient time. Now though, he had returned during the Winter, looking, Mary says as she tries to appease Warren, "a miserable sight". She feels sorry for him. The couple wrestle with their consciences as to what to do about the man who seems to view the farm as home, but is not welcome. A major theme in the poem is that of the "home" or homecoming and belonging, as well as justice, mercy, friendship, guilt, age and death.

The much-quoted lines,

"Home is the place where, when you have to go there,
They have to take you in."

come from The Death of the Hired Man, although in the context of the dialogue they are said bitterly, and perhaps with a certain amount of sarcasm.

The Mountain also comes from the collection "North of Boston" and is also a narrative poem in blank verse. The narrator is staying in a village, where a large mountain dominates the sky. On a walk around and towards the mountain, he meets a farmer, and has a conversation with him. As they discuss the mountain, the farmer tells stories about it, and it becomes clear that he is trying to persuade the narrator to climb the mountain.

By the end of the poem, the mountain has been so well described that the terrain seems familiar to anyone who has walked and climbed in mountainous or hilly areas. (To an English reader it might convey the mountains of the Lake Dictrict, for instance.) The narrator has been convinced to make the climb, although the reader is left wondering whether he did so. The farmer's last words are inaudible, as he has left the scene so abruptly.

There are three elements, the description, the persuasiveness of the farmer, and the narrator's actions. It is possibly a poem about manipulation.

Fire and Ice is a beautifully evocative short poem; highly structured and compact. One of Robert Frost's most popular poems, it is often found in anthologies. Although it was published in his fourth collection, entitled "New Hampshire" in 1923, it had been published earlier in a magazine in 1920. It discusses the end of the world, matching the elemental force of fire with the emotion of desire, and ice with hate.

It was partly inspired by Dante's "Inferno", and partly by a conversation Frost had had with the astronomer Harlow Shapley, who went on to quote it as "an example of how science can influence the creation of art, or clarify its meaning."

The Generations of Men is another blank verse narrative poem from "North of Boston" in 1914-1915. Two adolescent cousins meet accidentally at the Stark family reunion. They have a conversation which varies between being nostalgic and being speculative. They show intellectual curiosity and an appreciation of literature with references to Shakespeare and Homer. At one point they invent an imaginative character, Granny Stark, showing their sense of fun. Although the poem is set in the rain there seems to be the promise of sun. The poem is celebrating continuing generations, and perhaps could be broadened to represent the cycle of birth, death and rebirth for all humanity.

The Grindstone, from the collection "New Hampshire", published in 1923, is a poem about the feelings of a boy, who is reluctant to speak out in front of the man sharpening the scythe. It may be metaphorical musings about death. The grindstone would represent the speaker's life, having slowed down and being left out in the cold. The grim reaper comes around and wants to sharpen his scythe's blade. The speaker tries to help by running the grindstone faster and almost ruins the blade, which makes him laugh.

The Witch of Coös also comes from the collection "New Hampshire", of 1923. Coös is an invented county in the north of New Hampshire. The inspiration for the poem is the characters in the tales of Edgar Poe who escape their incarceration or the confines of their coffins; it is a macabre ghost story. The narrator initially stresses the truth of the supernatural events he is about to tell, which he says were told to him by the witch and her son. But the tone of his language suggests that he doesn't share their beliefs - he considers them superstitious.

Forty years ago, they claimed, a skeleton locked in the cellar carried itself up two flights of stairs and into the attic. These bones belonged to the woman's lover, whom her late husband had killed and buried under the house. By the end all the narrator seemed to believe was the husband's name, because there was never any evidence of human bones in the house. Frost said the theme of the poem was "murder will out - he's murder trying to get out."

This treatment of women is reminiscent of some nineteenth-century literature, where the repression of women, and their restriction to the domestic sphere, force them into flights of imaginative fancy, or even madness as in Charlotte Perkins Gilman's story "The Yellow Wallpaper". The reader is unsure. It may have been merely a "good yarn."

A Brook in the City again comes from the collection "New Hampshire", of 1923. This time was a period of increasing industry and urbanisation, but in many ways the poem is timeless, and speaks to us even now. Robert Frost creates and contrasts images of a peaceful brook, and a hectic city. A small sewer drain of water flows through the urban city, forgotten among the tall buildings and monuments. The poet muses that there used to be farmhouses there, and the little trickle was once a strong brook. Both of these represent the rural landscape, and a simpler way of life before the area was urbanised. An apple tree which has also been lost, and in its place is a wooden house.

He describes with regret that people in their greed have built over this fresh green landscape, rendering the strong force of nature weak. At night the stream still flows, but a time will come when people will forget that there ever was a brook. It will exist only on maps. The brook, like the trees, are no longer useful in this new landscape and are converted into a useful system, then covered with dirt. No one will ever know, or care, where the brook used to be; the rural landscape is being destroyed in the name of "progress". The poet concludes that people are so engrossed in their own selfish lives, that they are unlikely to ever understand this mistake; that the brook in the city also deserved a life. In our self interest we have forgotten the interests of nature.

Much of the power of this poem is due to its imagery and personification, such as, "The farm house lingers" or the "brook that held". We feel the force of nature even with inanimate objects. Phrases such as, "The meadow grass could be cemented down" demonstrate both hyperbole and metaphor. The grass is not literally cemented down; it is a symbol for how nature is become overcome by cities. This poem is strengthened further by a specific rhyming scheme, which stays consistent throughout the poem.

Design, from "A Further Range" of 1937, also has a very formal structure. It is a sonnet using iambic pentameter, but then the final 6 lines have a separate tight and perfect rhyming structure of their own. Typically for a sonnet, it is composed of fourteen lines and develops an argument having a shift or turn in it. Of the three different types of sonnets, (Petrarchan, Shakespearean and Spenserian) Design combines elements of both the first two. The first line,

"I found a dimpled spider, fat and white.

sets the rhythm and metre for the whole poem, and the first 8 lines (or "octave") follow this strictly. Then by rhyming the last two lines, there is a classic Shakespearean couplet (or "heroic couplet") within those final differently structured 6 lines.

This is just a superficial analysis of the structure; it is possible to delve far deeper with more detail. But there is a reason for Frost to employ such an unforgiving structure for this poem, which becomes evident when the reader reflects on the content of the poem.

It begins then, with a big white spider on a white flower, poised to eat a white moth. The narrator ponders on the idea that all three might be brought together for some ominous reason, and this leads to further questions. Why is this flower white, when it is usually blue? Why did the spider visit this particular flower? Why did the moth decide to flutter by at that specific moment? The poet concludes that if it is "design" that brought these three together, it must be a very dark design. Why would God want this moth to get eaten? And in the last line he concludes that we do not know whether there is a designer, or whether everything in life is occurs in a random fashion.

It is typical of Robert Frost to notice a simple fact, a small detail in nature, and mull over it at length, so that he will question the very nature of creation, and begin to consider the basic questions we all want answered about life.

But is Frost laughing up his sleeve at the reader here? First of all it seemed a deceptively simple poem about a spider, then rapidly became reflections about whether there is an intelligent design behind things, and in the end the reader becomes aware of the controlled, intelligent and contrived design behind the very structure of the poem. Frost is the master of everything that he creates in this poem, down to each individual syllable.

House Fear from "Mountain Interval" of 1916, describes the caution or concern the narrator feels about what he might find entering a dark house at night. He describes the little rituals he has, such as always making a noise, or always leaving the door open until the house was lit. Is he being fearful and cowardly instead of adventurous and brave, or simply being responsible in the face of the unknown? Does it in fact indicate a loss of adventurous spirit? These fears are common to all of us to a degree, so perhaps this is rooted in an actual fear of Robert Frosts's.

The Lockless Door is such a similar poem in both feeling and thematically, to the preceding one, that it is tempting to consider them as a a pair. Actually, however, it is from the "New Hampshire" collection of 1923.

The poem is said to be based on an autobiographical event. Frost was extremely afraid of the dark as a child, to the point where he slept on a bed in his mother’s room through his high school years. In 1895, Frost was staying alone in a cottage on Ossipee Mountain when he heard a knock on the old, lockless door. Being too terrified to answer the door he jumped through a window in the back and only then calling out "Come in!" Next morning, Frost returned to the cottage to find one of his neighbours drunk and asleep on the floor.

The poem The Lockless Door follows the action of the memory, but makes it less humorous than the original episode must have seemed in retrospect. In the poem, he creates a more ominous force outside the lockless door. He says "whatever" rather than "whoever" to emphasise the potential threat, and exaggerate the narrator's own fear of the unknown. Frost uses short, stilted lines, placing the stress on the final syllable of each statement to highlight the narrator's terror.

In the final stanza, Frost is gently mocking the terrified narrator - and therefore his earlier self. He points out the irony, that one simple knock causes the narrator to leave a safe refuge and expose himself to the New England winter. He also points out that this is the first chance the narrator has had to escape his isolation, and to meet another person for a long time. Rather than communicating with another person, even in an enclosed "cage", he still chooses to abandon it.

Yet in his panicky attempt to escape the person at his door, the narrator is in the end forced to interact with the rest of the world, inevitably escaping his own enforced isolation. He feels he cannot reenter his house without knowing who is in there, so the narrator finally "alters with age", adapting and meeting others.

Again, this is a highly structured poem, made up of five stanzas of four lines each. Each line is very short, with only two feet per line and only one to three syllables per foot. This tight metre increases the sense of panic in the poem.

Storm Fear is the only one of these thirteen poems from Robert Frost's very first collection, "A Boy's Will", published in 1913 in England, or 1915 in the USA.

The poem paints a grim picture of a blizzard, portraying it as a raging beast that dares the inhabitants of an isolated house to come outside and be killed. Wind and snow are hitting a basement window, but when the speaker taunts the storm it responds and gets angry.

At this point it is clear that the storm may be a metaphor, or at any rate the meaning goes beyond the literal of being stuck in a storm. Frost uses many literary devices such as imagery and personification, to get his points across. Early on in the poem, the narrator counts the people, saying there are two adults and a child. Thus the poet is using this example to say that in a difficult situation we must first take control and see what our strengths are. The poem shows how people make a determined struggle to save themselves when everything else is falling apart, ending,

"And my heart owns a doubt
Whether 'tis in us to arise with day
And save ourselves unaided"

Snow is another long narrative poem from his "Mountain Interval" collection of 1916, and weaves a story around one of Robert Frost's favourite themes.

Out of this collection spanning many moods and periods, my personal favourites are The Road Not Taken, Fire and Ice, A Brook in the City and Design.

[Annet · Rating 4 out of 5]

Tough and beautiful. What poetry! I really need to think about this, not sure if I got it all, but while rereading and reading again, the wonderful beauty and the story meaning does hit you in the heart...
For poetry lovers definitely recommended. Here's the book title poem, well know I think to the connaisseurs, beautiful....

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.
O, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads 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.

[Moché · Rating 5 out of 5]

🍂 Important and beautiful. And, according to Frost, only one out of a thousand get The Road Not Taken right. Which tells you the standard popular interpretation is not it. Think it over 🍂

[Jon Nakapalau · Rating 5 out of 5]

Introduce your child to this wonderful poem - it will help with all roads they will take in life. One of the poems that you read over and over again as the decades pass; and with each decade you see not only where you have been, but also where you are going. The illustrations really are in sink with the poem - simple and vibrant - a wonderful gift book for a child.

[Manny · Rating 5 out of 5]

Messing around with LARA this afternoon, I found I'd translated one of Robert Frost's better known poems into Swedish:

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those that favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Is och eld

En säger världen slutar eld.
En säger is.
Från det jag smakat av begär
Är det väl eld som gäller här.
Men om det fick två gånger ske
Av hat jag tror att jag kan nog
För att jag vet att is är stor
Den räcker till
Och skulle gå.

[Miranda Reads · Rating 5 out of 5]

"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both..."

This is such a beautifully illustrated edition of one of the most well-known poems in the world.

I'm reading the Familius Publishing edition and I'm truly blown away by the wonderful illustrations made to accompany Robert Frost's iconic poem.

"In leaves no step had trodden back
Oh, I kept the first for another day!"

Throughout the poem, there is a young man walking through the woods and as he travels, we see snippets of his life.

There's his boyhood days, his studies in school, when he married his wife, and all sorts of little choices that eventually lead to his life today.

"Two roads diverged in a wood and I -
I took the one less traveled by,"

And at the end, we see all of the wonderful results from his life choices.

While I've always liked Robert Frost's poem, I have not really thought on the words outside of an English class. When I read this edition, I immediately turned to the first page and began again.

For context: this is the third book I've read from Familius that takes on a classic and provides illustrations to breath life into the poem.

Each one has been amazing to read. When I normally read a poem, my eyes skitter scatter across the words and I move on to the next thing.

But when it's in a picture book format, I find myself reading slower and more deliberately. I take in more from the words and understand the meaning in ways I have not considered before.

I really enjoyed the artist's style in this one - the bright yellow autumnal leaves and the depth of character conveyed by just a few short illustrations - stunning.

Overall, this is a beautiful take on a classic. Highly recommended!

With thanks to Familius Publishing for sending me a free copy in exchange for an honest review

[Leila · Rating 5 out of 5]

I enjoy poetry and Robert Frost is one of my favourite poets. This book is lovely to dip into as and when the mood takes me. I have read all of his poetry in this particular book. My favourite choice is predictably ...'The Road less Travelled' His clever use of imagery lifts his poems way above the ordinary.

[leynes · Rating 1 out of 5]

This review is the equivalent of a hate crime. Proceed with caution.

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THESE POEMS ARE SO FUCKING BAD???? LIKE WHAT IS GOING ON??? DON'T TELL ME ANYONE ACTUALLY ENJOYS THESE POEMS???? THIS MAN CAN'T WRITE A NARRATIVE POEM FOR HIS LIFE. I AM ACTUALLY SHAKING WITH FEAR. 😭😭 HOW IS HE AMERICA'S LYRICAL TREASURE??? BUT THEN AGAIN LOOK AT THE STATE OF THE US, I – I AM AT A LOSS FOR WORDS.

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Like, besties, I will try to make sense of this but I literally can't because it is so obvious that these poems are bad??? I cannot even give you a quote bc I would need to cite the whole thing for you to understand how FUCKING TEDIOUS this entire collection is. I am flabbergasted. IT IS SO DULL. I cannot stress this enough. How can one write such boring poetry? There is NOTHING exciting or fresh or original about this.

This edition collects three of Frost's earliest works and is only 115 pages long, and yet, I wanted to gauge my eyes out by page 30. It is THAT BAD. It was SUCH A PAIN to get through. And if I didn't own the Penguin Deluxe edition (which I happen to collect) I would've thrown the book out of the window, and never bothered to finish it. That's how much this fucked me up. I literally cannot.

And don't get me wrong, the titular poem, "The Road Not Taken", is decent. It's not a bad poem at all. I also like how David Orr analyses the poem in the introduction by providing a new perspective of the two roads: that they're probably "traveled by" equally and that the poem is much more about how we deceive ourselves into believing we can exercise control over the direction of our lives etc. etc. This is great stuff, and I enjoy that one poem like the next gal. But it is literally THE ONLY okay-ish/ good poem in this entire collection. It's wild how much worse every other poem is.

And what fucks me up the most is how successful Frost is – not just in retrospect but during his liftetime as well. His books sold hundreds of thousands of copies during his lifetime (like, our man was probably rich af), President Kennedy loved him, and Frost was a public figure Dickensian style, like??? How did he fool everyone? The introduction mentioned that his private life was pretty strenuous, with his son committing suicide and his daughter being "mentally unstable", which is why Frost committed her to an asylum... which again, makes me furious. LIKE WHAT ARE YOU DOING???

In the introduction, David Orr called T.S. Eliot (MY BELOVED!!! A FUCKING BRILLIANT POET WHO WROTE BRILLIANT POETRY, DO YOU HEAR ME, FROST?) "Frost's rival", and immediately my ears perked up. Like, what's the tea? Did one of my most beloved poets hate Frost the way that I did? So naturally, I did some research. AND BOY OH BOY. Apparently, Frost really didn't like Eliot's poetry. LIKE WHAT??? THE AUDACITY OF THIS MAN??? "THESE FRAGMENTS I HAVE SHORED AGAINST MY RUINS" "I WILL SHOW YOU FEAR IN A HANDFUL OF DUST." "I AM NO PROPHET AND HERE'S NO GREAT MATTER. I HAVE SEEN THE MOMENT OF MY GREATNESS FLICKER." LIKE WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T LIKE ELIOT'S POETRY???? ARE. YOU. OKAY????

Frost mocked Eliot's modernism, claiming that Eliot's work is obscure and overly intellectual (UMM MAYBE THAT'S BC YOU ARE DUMB AS SHITTTT). He famously said: "I play Euchre, he plays Eucharist., which basically translates to: "I do basic shit, he does high art." LIKE THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSEEE.

Eliot, on the other hand, was respectful of Frost (can' relate but well done, boo) but admitted in his letters that he never "took to him" and his poetry. Like, of course, you didn't. You have taste.

Anyways, I won't give you a deep analysis of any of these poems bc I couldn't care less but imma give you a quick rundown of the three collections collected in this nonetheless.

First off, A Boy's Will, published in 1913. This is Frost's first commercially published book of poems. The poems are about rural life, nature, philosophy, and individuality. They're not terrible but nothing to rock the boat. Good thing, they're mostly on the shorter end, so they're fairly quick reads.

Next off, North of Boston, published in 1914. Literally my NEMESIS. The worst collection of poems I HAVE EVER READ. Unfortunately, this one mainly collects LONG narrative poems. One worse than the other. Dull poems about farmers and the countryside. And none of them rhyme. It's a pain in the ass. I wouldn't wish the reading of these poems on my worst enemy.

Lastly, Mountain Interval, published in 1916. This one, at least, collects the famous "The Road Not Taken" as well as the other decent poem in this collection, "The Sound of the Trees". Apart from that: useless drivel that is neither aesthetically pleasing nor thematically engaging.

SO, all in all, an utter waste of paper. But hey, I hadn't been this ANGRY in a long time. Talk about evoking emotions in your reader, man.

[Flo · Rating 3 out of 5]

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 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.

That was a gleam of light amidst a night of few memorable lines, short stories in verse and indifference.

May 03, 19
* Later on my blog.

[Michael Finocchiaro · Rating 5 out of 5]

Robert Frost's poetry has such a beautiful quietness to it and yet also is philosophical and thought provoking. This collection has so many great poems which certainly you have heard quoted at least once at some point in your life. A must for fans of poetry and nostalgia of an America that understood critical thinking.

[Michael Morgan · Rating 5 out of 5]

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I...
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

[Helga Martiros · Rating 4 out of 5]

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those
who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice is also great
And would suffice.

A collection of poems centering around rural life, farmlands and ordinary people.
Robert Frost's poems tend to study and examine social and philosophical themes, with their central idea being man versus nature.

[☮Karen · Rating 3 out of 5]

I absolutely am not a poetry fan but I still have a few favorite poems from what I've heard over the years, which actually can be counted on one hand. Yep. There's Poe's The Raven, an oldie rock song or two, and then the rest would be an assortment of Robert  Frost's works: The Road Not Taken, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, and Birches. This book contains two of those and then several that left no impression on me. I feel bad about that because I really love Robert Frost, or at least the idea of him.  Rural pastoral settings, woods, stone fences, walks in the snow, walks in the woods, apple picking--you get the picture.  But some of the poems are sort of nonsensical, some are more like short stories that I could not get into.

[Peycho Kanev · Rating 4 out of 5]

Frost, do what only the exceptional poets do, he captures a moment, or moments that we all have experienced at one time in life all thru our whole life. "The Road Not Taken " can be placed against a passage in Longfellow's notebooks: "Round about what is, lies a whole mysterious world of might be,—a psychological romance of possibilities and things that do not happen. By going out a few minutes sooner or later, by stopping to speak with a friend at a corner, by meeting this man or that, or by turning down this street instead of the other, we may let slip some great occasion of good, or avoid some impending evil, by which the whole current of our lives would have been changed. There is no possible solution to the dark enigma but the one word, 'Providence.'" This book can be read against a literary and pictorial tradition that might be called "The Choice of the Two Paths, " reaching not only back to the Gospels and beyond them to the Greeks but to ancient English verse as well. Frost's is an Emersonian philosophy in which indecisiveness and decision feel very much alike—a philosophy in which acting and being acted upon form indistinguishable aspects of a single experience. There is obviously a contradiction in "The Road Not Taken" between the speaker's assertion of difference in the last stanza and his indifferent account of the roads in the first three stanzas. But it is a contradiction more profitably described—in light of Frost's other investigations of questions about choice, decision, and action—as a paradox. I would imagine that most readers who enjoy poetry have read this collection, or most of the poems in it. If you are wanting to discover poetry, or are just looking for a good read, this is the book and the perfect poet to start with.

[Franci · Rating 5 out of 5]

#118 of 2020

Watched on Vooks.

The poem remains great and a classic, but the accompanying illustrations lifts it unto another level.

[Yoda · Rating 5 out of 5]

I forgot how much I love Robert Frost, haven´t read anything by him since High School and I regret it. It´s soo good.

[Sally · Rating 4 out of 5]

It may sound cliched but this has always been a favorite of mine...I'm far from being able to recite any of his works, but something about curling up with this book feels like home to me.

[Sotiria Lazaridou · Rating 5 out of 5]

I wish I could write poetry like Robert Frost

[Jennifer · Rating 4 out of 5]

The Road Not Taken and Other Poems contain three of Robert Frost’s earliest collections: A Boy’s Will, North of Boston, and Mountain Interval. Frost’s poems are simple yet powerful. He creates beautiful images that stir the emotions and touch all the senses. Some of my favorite poems include “To the Thawing Wind,” “Blueberries,” “The Black Cottage,” and “The Road Not Taken.”

[sophia · Rating 4 out of 5]

4/5

In “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost, the narrator is faced with two diverging paths in a yellow wood, one sheltered and pleasant, and the other, uncomfortable and unconventional. The narrator, standing at the fork in the road, must choose one to follow, which is reflective of different life opportunities and the potential consequences and possibilities of each option.

Though one path is comforting and within a certain comfort zone, the other presents obstacles that need to be overcome before achieving any crumb of greatness. The path less taken, or the unconventional path, may be a cumbersome process, but the results will likely be rewarding. Henceforth, the narrator probably felt uncertain as he contemplated the consequences of choosing the path less taken. This reflects the universal experience of feeling complex emotions while facing decisions.

[Kailey (Luminous Libro) · Rating 5 out of 5]

"I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."
I am in awe of how beautifully this book captures the majesty and mystery of Robert Frost's poem. That moment of indecision- which path to take- and those moments of inspiration when you realize that your journey has led you to a place of beauty and heart's ease; all these things are explored in this lovely picture book.

The artwork is warm and welcoming, inviting the reader into the story of a young man who is making choices in life. He grows up, gets married, and has children and grandchildren, and looks back on his journey and the choices he has made that have led him through his life. The illustrations are beautifully colored in warm yellows and oranges as the leaves fall from the trees in an autumn woodland.

I am completely enchanted with this lovely book! I almost cried reading this, because it touches your heart in a special way.

Even though it's a picture book, this would make a delightful gift for an adult who loves Robert Frost's poetry, or maybe for a graduation gift to a young person who is embarking on a life journey. And it's a great way to introduce Frost's poetry to children as well.

Disclaimer: I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for a free and honest review. All the opinions stated here are my own true thoughts, and are not influenced by anyone.

[Obsidian · Rating 4 out of 5]

I feel bad for saying this, but besides "The Road Not Taken". I really only liked two more of Robert Frost's poems. I ended up giving this 3.5 stars and rounded up to two on Goodreads.

Poems have never been my thing anyway so I am not that surprised that none of them really moved me besides that one and two others.

I think what got me is that most of the poems rhythm and meter seemed off because of the way that the sentences were written with commas and periods.

For example from In The Home Stretch:

Never was I beladied so before.
Would evidence of having been called lady
More than so many times make me a lady
In common law, I wonder.

There were a lot of instances that I thought I had the meter down in one sentence, but would find that I was totally off by the time I got to the second and third sentence.

Also the illustrated version of this was really not worth it. The pictures were just pictures of trees, roads, and were referring to the first poem, The Road Not Taken. I would probably have rated this higher if there had been additional pictures referencing the other poems.

The other two poems that I liked were, "Hyla Broo"k and "Bond and Free". "Hyla Brook" made me think of summer days playing in the creeks near my home. "Bond and Free" made me think of dusk and waiting for the stars to come out at night.

[Josh · Rating 3 out of 5]

Poetry is not my forte, but I can respect the written word in all forms.

Robert Frost was the people's writer, for nature and its constructs, for wildlife and its resilience to man, for man and his flaws to others and himself.

Many of these poems stray away from convention and appear to be written as short stories in verse, yet the ones I favor are the traditional, straight-forward, highly rhythmic ones.

Pitter Patter
Blam-ti-blam
Pitter Patter
Blam-ti-blam

This work probably deserves a 5 star from this writer, but with me being a bit ignorant of this style of writing, I shall give a completely honest score of 3 stars; I liked it for what it was, but it rarely caught me here, as I point to my chest.

[Barbara Lovejoy · Rating 3 out of 5]

I got this book because one of my most favorite poems is The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. I was disappointed that I didn't find more poems in this book that I really liked. Maybe I need to read it again as it often takes more than one read with poetry---and books, too, for that matter!

[Amanda B · Rating 3 out of 5]

3.5 ⭐️

[Sher]

Took the road less traveled (actually read the poetry book my sister got me two years ago after I said I wanted to read more poetry) and it has made all the difference (now I know more than two Robert Frost poems 🙂)

Standout wording to describe a butterfly: “on noiseless wing” (!)

[DeadWeight · Rating 1 out of 5]

ROBERT FROST; also known as: your tasteless dad's favourite poet; also known as: the unwitting MC of your shitty high school's commencement speech; also known as: Wallace Stevens for dumbasses. Author of easily the world's most consistently misread poem, a poem entirely making fun of dumbass blowhards, Frost is now read alloud by dumbass blowhards with deep earnesty the world over, which is, at the very least, something to admire. But even with the lens of irony Frost manages to bore me to tears.

Frost's poetry is just so insufferably lame, made no lamer by the fact that, in spite of Frost's rural obsessions, the man was ostensibly a Harvard-educated city-boy and former factory worker whose grandfather eventually bought him his own farm. In spite of the fact that Frost seems to pretend as if LA LA LA MODERNITY ISN'T HAPPENING, it very much was, and Frost was very much an individual who had experienced it and was now trying to escape from it. That, to me, feels at least a little poetically disingenuous. Frost would appear to be a luddite even if he was considered contemporaneous to Walt Whitman, a man writing more than half a century hence.

I think a big part of what made Frost popular, in spite of all of his supposed "irony" -- which is present in quite a few of these poems -- was a very earnest need to escape modernity for those living through its advent. Ironically? This makes Frost the very sort of person he was ostensibly making fun of in the title poem: some Emersonian stooge seeking "real authenticity" through the egoistic practice of personal hermetic ignorance. And that. Is so. Lame.

[Fredrick Danysh · Rating 3 out of 5]

A collection of poet Robert Frost's classics. Easy to read poetry. Very enjoyable.

[Moché · Rating 5 out of 5]

All his poetry matters.