Matt is highly disappointed that no one wrote in to malign me for daring to strip The Road Not Taken of its most beloved meaning. Hehe. I told him my audience is too intelligent to actually read the poem and think it's saying what people think it's saying. :) As far as poetry goes, it's pretty straight-forward!
For the benefit of the weirdos on wikipedia (Matt wikipedia-ed the poem to see if Robert Frost ever had a good laugh over it. We enjoyed his quote: "You have to be careful with that one. It's tricky. Hehehehehehehe. VERY tricky. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" [implied laughter added] :)), here's a simpler version for wiki-people minds:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
(Creating a perfect metaphor for life)
And sorry I could not travel both
Since, of course, I'm just one man
I considered my options for a long time
And looked down the one as far as I could to try to see what it was like
Then ended up taking the other one, which was just as good
And maybe, I thought, was maybe a better choice...?
Because its grass wasn't tromped on yet!
Although, truth be told, as for that...
(That is, as for how many people had already traveled on these roads)
Both the paths were really about the same
And both of them that morning were equally
Covered in leaves that no steps had tromped on
(Neither was less traveled...! Oh, how to choose?!)
Oh! The pain! I kept the first for another day!
Another day. Yes.
Oh, who was I kidding.
Knowing how one path leads to another...
I knew I'd probably never come back for that first path. Sigh.
This will always make me a little sad. And make me wonder. And make me sigh.
I can foresee that years from now, I'll change up the story to make myself feel good.
The myth will go something like this:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by!
And that has made all the difference.
Ok, that version stinks. Hehe. But wikipedia people, I daresay the "literal interpretation" is, you know, what the poem actually says. (It's not a toughie.) As for an "ironic interpretation," the common interpretation is, itself, the irony! He said it himself: Frost is a trickster! Hahahaha!!
I said it before, I'll say it again. What a GREAT poem. :)
















