FLOETRY FRIDAYS with Nicole
Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” is a classic modernist piece of work recognized by many. It touches on a topic that is extremely relevant and relatable for anyone despite the cultural, linguistic, religious, social and economic upbringings of a person. These internal battles of “what could be” verses “what if” can sometimes be grueling and constricting to the mind. However, these choices are ultimately shaped by a person’s fiery desire to endure on this journey of self-discovery and passion for themselves.
Although it is 2017, many around the world are struggling with the freedom to decide how they should be able to exercise their rights as human beings. The societal expectations for certain things such as love, spirituality, sexuality, and so forth are huge areas that oppressors in society crave to latch onto. This reigning idea that to be inclusive with the rest of society, one must endure a sacrificial ritual of their individuality. That the road they MUST travel on is the one that would appear to lead to their greater sense of purpose, even if it means losing their sense of self.
This literary “anthem” is for anyone who has ever felt the need to question the lonesome path they travel down. It isn’t which direction someone goes in that leads anywhere in particular, but the bravery it takes for anyone to go against the norms and be a solider. A fighter for their perseverance, strength, will and passion. “The road less traveled by…” is not one to be afraid of, but to be challenged and redesigned to our liking. It is a representation of the road that leads to the highway of our numerous ambitions, dreams and aspirations that must be explored; alone and proud.
This poem contains numerous interchangeable interpretations; however it is still an extremely timeless poetic piece of writing that has survived the test of time since 1916. Read below and feel the fluidity of this journey run through the course of your veins and think about your own choices that have led you to your current path. Enjoy!!
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.
Robert Frost, Copyright 1916