I was standing on the edge of nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing. I remember that the air was sweet, yet sickly. Yet all I could smell was nothing. My eyes, barely taking in my surroundings, couldn’t really believe what I was seeing. The ground below me looked inviting, yet strangely austere. To my left, cars. To my right, a path. A path to where? A path to nothing? I did not know. And more importantly, I did not care. All I cared about was the view in front of me. Everything and Nothing, my local pub was waiting for me. Its windows fixated on me like a pair of steely grey eyes. They were again inviting. They were again austere. Before I knew it, my legs were moving towards the door. It was as if they had a mind of their own. I did not want to drink, but my legs did. And that’s what mattered. As I opened the dark brown doors of Everything and Nothing, nothing became everything and everything was nothing. I was at home. That nauseating, bittersweet smell aroused my senses, lulling me into a sense of tranquillity. Although I did not know it at the time, I was an alcoholi...
“The dreary road, darkened by all the gloomiest trees of the forest, which barely stood aside to let the narrow path creep through, and closed immediately behind,”(325).
In his poem, The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost wrote, "Two roads diverge in the woods, and I took the one least traveled by/ And that has made all the difference." In this poem, the narrator had a choice of two roads. However, I've discovered that life is a little more complicated. Sometimes the path we embark on is not always the one we choose. Sometimes we are pushed or pulled in certain directions and we have to react to our environment.
The road goes ever on and on. Down from the door from where it began. Now far ahead the road has gone and I must follow it if I can. Pursuing it on weary feet until I joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet and whether then I cannot say.
As I am I telling this tale, I tell it with a sigh; somewhere a long long time ago while in the woods, two roads diverged in front of me, I decided to take the one less traveled and that re...
place, nothing. A few tears ran down my face. I stood up and walked out of the conference
wanting to waste my life in this way. Not that I cared then, but that
In conclusion, ‘The Road Not Taken” is a poem full of hard choices. Two paths in life that seems to be identical to one another that contain little differences that led to two totally different outcomes. This poem even moves deeply to reveal something on the selfishness and curiosity which dwells in the nature of human being. One in which a person will not even take into reflection for the occasions he achieved along his way, the unfussy fact that he will certainly not know what could have been, that he will certainly not know what he might have neglected in his expedition of life, will renounce him forever deliberating on “The Road Not Taken.”
heart was beating so fast I thought I would faint at any minute. I saw
What path would you choose? You’re out one day hiking, and you arrive at a split in the road. The left path is clear, but, the right path looks more adventurous with the overgrown plants. This similar situation is demonstrated in Robert Frost’s Allegorical poem “The Road Less Traveled.” However Frost figuratively compares the decision to a life decision. Robert Frost demonstrates that mankind cannot determine their own fate but in fact influence it in “The Road Not Taken,” by the use of an extended metaphor, imagery, and symbolism.
I was vibrating with it, like a struck bell. This was life turned up to the max, all pain and cold. I was loving it. I couldn't get enough. I wanted to revel in it. I reaching down, tearing off what was left of my nightgown.
up a rocky path. Immediately I feel like I am in nature. I am reminded of all
stood upon, was frightening. The only was to go was down. I took a deep
Above all, 'The Road Not Taken'; can truly be interpreted through much symbolism as a clear-sighted representation of two fair choices. The two roads in the poem, although, 'diverging,'; lead in different directions. At the beginning they appear to be somewhat similar, but is apparent that miles away they will grow farther and farther away from each other. Similar to many choices faced in life. It is impossible to foresee the consequences of most major decisions we make and it is often necessary to make these decisions based on a little more than examining which choice 'wanted wear.'; In
“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost is arguably one of the most well-known and celebrated pieces of poetry. Many people attribute the “the fork in the road” as a choice between two decisions. Since one can only take one road, there is always a road that is not taken. Over time, you may look back and think about “The road not taken”.
In the distance, the trail along which I had been walking wound through a thick velvet fog. Lining the path were tall trees that stoo...