THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by Robert Frost (Powerful Poetry)
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"The Road Not Taken" was first published in the August 1915 issue of the Atlantic Monthly, and later published as the first poem in the 1916 poetry collection; Mountain Interval. The meaning of this poem has been debated for over a 100 years. While each poem has its intended explanation i.e., the one the author was trying to convey, a poem can also have its own interpretation to the reader. In this case, for me it means, both roads looked the same originally, it was only in hindsight that "he" realised, he took the harder road, and because it was the harder road, this made all the difference.
Acknowledgements
Each video requires a substantial team effort to make. We would like to thank our voice over actor, Shane Morris, who tirelessly strives to deliver these words in a manner like no other. A special thanks to our graphic design artist, Cristina Santana for all her effort and helping bring the scene to life.
Copyright
Both the graphics and voiceover in this video are original pieces of work, and the poem is in the public domain. The music you hear is from Scott Buckley and can be found here: 'The Things That Keep Us Here' by Scott Buckley - released under CC-BY 4.0. www.scottbuckley.com.au.
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A great poem, and one hell of a voice!!!
And a great image to match!😀
Robert Frost had a lover’s quarrel with the world. But he did inspire me to keep my promises before my sleep.
Wonderful poem- one I haven't encountered for some time. We all have choices to make, paths to tread, and sometimes wonder whether the way we took was the correct one. There's no real going back: we can stand again and survey two diverging routes but our duty is to make the most of the one we take. What ifs? are inevitable, but we'll never truly know. That is the challenge of the human condition: we can never know.
My favorite American poet. Whose Woods are These I Think I Know....
Powerful poem!!!!
Having taught secondary school English for over twenty years, I am dismayed when I hear that poetry is being stricken from curriculums in favor of "contemporary fiction," books students choose to read on their own. This is very sad indeed. To lose great poets like Frost and others is truly a crime. I am glad this video is on RUclips for those who remain open to it.
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@@BlueMoonInspiration I retired from teaching in 2019. I write and record songs now. I would like to see anything by Poe. Maybe "Annabel Lee." Thanks!
How right you are! Frost: "Home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in". That "take you in" is poetry. "Let" would have ruined it as it suggests something grudging; but "take"? Beautiful.
@@gwynnielsen5081 okay I’ll look into it 😁
It’s because poetry inspires people to hope, and they do not want that.
Frost enjoyed the tropes of paradox and ambiguity. In this poem, the speaker cannot tell going forward which of the two roads is the less travelled, only in looking back does the speaker make this determination. The poem further employs intentional imagery and ambiguity: "just as fair ... really about the same ... equally lay..." together with the "sigh" (regret or contentment?) and the "difference" (positive or negative?). Likewise, the speaker's location in time is uncertain to the reader because the speaker has clearly made a choice and started down one of the two roads but also "will be telling this ... somewhere ages and ages hence"; where is the speaker at in the journey--midway? Also, the difference between the title: "The Road Not Taken". and the "... the one [road] less traveled by..." stated near the end of the poem invokes its own ambiguity, doesn't it? I think the poem reveals a human bias for happy endings/the cup is half full/optimism which most readers turn into a theme of "follow your heart/intuition" or "march to your own drummer", or some such feeling that the poem doesn't necessarily support, but doesn't necessarily preclude either.
Frost also wrote a poem titled "The Star Splitter" which I believe can be fruitfully juxtaposed with "The Road ...", although "The Star Splitter" can be interpreted to thematically represent the essence of humans as questioning creatures who continually discover that answers merely generate more questions.
Great interpretation!
Đura Jakšić - TRAILS (1875) during Serbo-Turkish War
"Two paths stand before me:
One with flowers, the other with thorns;
Iron legs are mine -
I'm going thorn to come back.
I yield the flowers of the path
Whose foot is soft;
Let the women tread on the flowers,
And thorns are for man!"
Love It!!!
Amazing poem…👌
I remember a poem of his when I was young,
About lichens, craggy rocks,
And the sorrows that age had brung,
And it seemed to me back then
That he was depressed,
For being of youth
I had no need to be stressed
About such things from which life has wrest,
A hundred joys pulled out
Till there are no more,
But now I'm old I see the man
Was only saying
That all days of yore
When you're old and jading
Will only be as Before,
For that was a life that is no more.
I hope and wish it turns out a sigh of relief… ages and ages hence…. :)
I did that once. the road was too rough on my car.
Livet kan ikke planlægges ❤
why does the narrator sound like david attenborough?
Is this ai voice.... where i can get this voice....??
Not an AI voice.
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Jesus. There's the "Path" to take. The road to destruction is broad & there are many who go in by it but the path leading to salvation is very narrow & few there are who find it....
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This poem is truly a masterpiece. It made me ponder deeply about the choice between making a safe choice for a normal life or a path that only belongs to me. It's an incredibly difficult choice, but when you look back on it when you're old, you won't regret living your life to the fullest. What do you guys think?
Go for it!
SO TRUE,, FIND YOUR DREAM🎉🎉🎉❤❤❤
It’s definitely worth it to live the life fully👌
I think I've had a good life, but took the wrong road. It was the safe road. If I could go back I would take the other road. I am not sure why.
At this juncture of life, i think i have taken the less travelled road; my road and i may not regret it later. If i lose, that lose is mine and if I win, the victory is mine. Its a journey of knowing oneself and oneness, aloof of dualist competition of society.❤
Very well set
And I have experience in that
Thank you
I wrote this a while ago in my diary and it helped me to make hard decisions every time I face them. “If I’m going to fail, let it be on my own terms. And if I’m going to succeed, let it be for the sake of the universe”
@@samricher wonderful to remember it
Learned this in school at 13 years, loved it. Have always taken the road less traveled, not a second of regret 😻😻😻😻
@pranatisankar1374, you are very wise, my friend.
9th grade English. My teacher was amazing. She knew me better than i knew myself. Rip Ellie T
beautifully done. The narrator's resonating voice reminded me of Charlton Heston. All three, the image, the voice, the words, combine beautifully and I thank you for this.
A brilliant, insightful poem that resonates endlessly down through the ages. It always reminds me of the rare times of travel when I was young. Observing paths, roads, highways, and waterways and pondering their eventual destinations. Frost's brilliance was in his simplistic depth in plumbing the youthful wanderlust in all of us. Godspeed pilgrims.
Where are these minds today?
Everytime I read this it is as fresh as the first time.
beautiful voice, beautiful poem, beautiful video, thank you, my soul rested.❤🩹
When I took a poetry class at the University & studied Frosts poem on the road less traveled, I didn't fully comprehend it. However, later years I realized that I had taken " that road" with guidance of my intuition & never doubted the roller- coaster ride of my life.
ROBERT FROST WAS CLEVER & HAD PRACTICAL WISDOM.
Take it from an old man: it sometimes requires years of life experience to comprehend the secrets of life, and one thing I have learned as I've traveled the path of my own life is that the journey of discovery never ends. The most beautiful experiences of my life have been the occasional epiphanies which have reveled themselves, out of nowhere, powerfully and startling like a whisper from an angel
This poem written by Robert Frost is one of my favourites...thank you for sharingxxxlovelyxxx
Poetry speaks volumes of beauty and truth and touches the heart and soul of mankind
Wherever American literature is studied, this should be required reading and memorizing.
I only listen to optimus primes poem's
During school I had to memorize this poem. And I had to learn it from beginning to end and then a few weeks later I had to perform the poem in front of the class. This poem is such a beautiful poem!
The Road Not Taken ............ Choices 🧭
This is one of my favorite poems. As a poet I hope to write a masterpiece like this one day.
Thank you for keeping Frost alive.
This is by far my favorite poem, for I to experience, same thing. Should I go left or should I go right life is full of these kind of decision making.👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸
Beautiful poem 💖
What is it that people think that a poem should be read with a heavy and slow voice. Because they think that poetry is not for everyone? Or because they believe that without a solemn recitation the words have no meaning? Or they think: when I recite it like this others believe : wow that is an intellectual.
@@paulfromthe it appears to me that after hearing multiple versions from the same person - while a deep voice helps as if just sounds good - it’s probably about 60% related to how he reads it. It’s amazing how different it comes out it is read in a bad way.
Amazing video. The road not taken is one of the bests👌
Smashing.
Beautiful poem and wonderful narration.
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You recited it whole heartedly, impressive 🤎🦋
This poem is truly a masterpiece. It made me ponder deeply about the choice between making a safe choice for a normal life or a path that only belongs to me.
I don't think I will ever be a poet. I am too realistic.
SOPHIE - Lili
You know you don’t belong to us he said unto the child
We found you poorly in the swamp deep within the mire
Your eyes bright red by moonlight, grey blue before the fire
We knew that you were different, a difference deep and wild
And we were drawn by deepest love this pen cannot explain
No thoughts could ever pass our minds of fleeing from the pain. -
The pain of one so young and cold we took from death’s dark claws
As you grew within our hovel, submissive, bright and smart
A child, a girl with deep black curls, brown skin without a flaw
We loved you more as time passed by and death called once again
To take the man that you called Pa. You never shed a tear
You watched the Moon, you understood as Nature made its claim. -
I noticed then you hardly slept, in silent meditation deep
Things would move before your stare, you never suffered ills
You would sing verse you weren’t taught, draw creatures from their sleep
And they would sing along with you, nightbirds, raccoons and frogs
Until an orchestra of sound rose up so beautiful to hear
Surprising to myself as well, I never suffered fear. -
But when you grew past childhood, when blood began to flow
You ventured nightly through the woods following the song
That seemed to spring from all the trees, song I didn’t know
When young men came along to call, they froze at your red eyes
And went away not to return, then rumors began to grow
Fear from all the Villagers, the stories, hate and cries. -
One bright morning we were taken by a tap upon our door
Standing there all dressed in brown, four girls of Sophie’s age
They came inside and took her hand, outside a man on horse
She knew them all, they took a draught, then all sat on the floor
A chant began, rose to a scream, the sound was tempest worse
They took her then, she bade Goodbye, her happiness I saw. -
I live alone, shunned by all, inside my mind I know
When Moonlight falls and nightbirds sing I feel that I am blessed
She’s watching o’er my life and trials, she brings the sun and snow
And as I age I feel her here when chairs and tables move
A whisper low, a song I hear, the plaintive call of her pet crow.
Blessed be.
@Lili-Benovent: What a wonderful poem! It lifted me and broke my heart. Please give me details of title and poet's name. Thank you.🎉
The poets name is Lili Benovent, I have composed a lot of poetry, do you like this one? FOREVER LOST - Lili
I sat upon a lonely beach, watched the gulls and crabs devour
The remains of one large man, no clothes, no eyes, one hand
As I enjoyed the morning sun, the waves had washed him clean
I lazed there for a little while and then began to dream
And wondered of his story, his sad demise upon the sand. -
I slowly woke when day had cooled and found I wasn’t alone
A Spectre sat at my right side and smiled at my surprise
I was a wanderer he said, a Tramp, a Sailor wild
And I pray the sea will take me and scatter all my bones
I’ll tell the story of my murder, no profit now in lies
For I was just a Gypsy stolen from my tribe as child. -
Sunken deep within the mire of crime, four lads with time to kill
And kill we did whenever, we found the chance of coin
The guilty and the innocent, none spared or conscience felt
The hand of Satan on my shoulder, the tempest in my loins
But treachery’s around us all and treachery was dealt
When I stole within the clan, a wench I didn’t own.-
I lost my eyes, I lost my hand, I’m destined now to roam
The lonely shore for evermore, no life, no friends, no hand
He wandered back to where his form lay rotting on the sand
Sometimes I hear a wailing, from that Spectre in the foam
He cannot see, he can’t be free, his anger, hate demand
The death of any stranger who happens by his home. -
The beach looks so inviting for swimmers to its shore
Currents deep and fast, take the unwary to the deep
Every Summer takes its toll, the Spectre calls for more
The warning signs upon the sand only tempt the brave
Dragged out to sea among the fish, reward eternal sleep
There’ll be no sleep for the vagabond, the sand his lonely grave.
@@DerrickJenkins-s6c
I'm Grade 5 I memorize this, I was suppose to recite this in front of my class. And this a powerful and respectful poetry, I LOVE YOU ROBERT FROST.
@@melissae.dumalag4315 great job!
Personally, I feel, poetry is also religion
The one poem....which...truly....lessons...
.individuals to experience ..realize....and ..reminisce..life...❤
Well said!
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Narrow is the way…
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This is one of my favorite youtube videos in the world
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For the good and the bad, personally and in general, i have always taken the least travelled path, the long road is sometimes the ahortest path.
The least trodden sometimes frought worh more risk
Thats a fair assessment of myself to date.
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