The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost Hand Painted Scarf
Popular culture has adopted the phrase “Y.O.L.O” as a “carpe diem” signature for this generation. You Only Live Once, “Y.O.L.O.”, is an modern example of a deeper meaning behind a silly sounding word that rolls off the tongue with a less than serious tone. Well, before there was infinite access to any information plastered on the internet, writers and poets used to bury these life lessons and messages into layered pieces of literature that were designed to challenge the reader into sifting through words to discover the personal message behind a few sentences that on the surface seemed shallow, or literal.
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“Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost is a perfect illustration of what the author meant to convey to his audience. Google the “Road Not Taken”, and you will find many different people who have interpreted the poem in many different ways. Frost describes the paths to be pretty similar, but mentions one shows signs of being traveled more commonly. The illustration magnifies this with a noticeably different visualization of the two paths: one is wider than the other, AKA, the smaller path is the path “less traveled by”.
When making his decision about which path to take into the woods, he notes that he told himself he could always go back and see where the other path led, but knows he probably will never return to that spot again. Which means, at that moment, he was consciously taking a gamble but found comfort in telling himself he could always go back. This notion helped push him into taking the smaller path, which at the end he describes as making “all the difference.”
More than anything, this poem, along with this Road Not Taken Scarf, embraces the purpose of inspiring people to take whichever paths they choose in life, no matter how it compares to the decisions of their peers or generations prior.
When you wear this
Hand Painted ScarfYou’re showing off a beautiful, artistic rendition of one of Robert Frost’s most powerful poems.
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.