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What annoying background noise pollution - it is totally unnecessary, drowns out the spoken word & ruins film. QuestioVerum2010, have you ever been in a wood ? And if so, was it one where the wind rustling through the trees and the sound of birdsong was replaced by background "music" pounding & thumping away in your ears ?

sorry for your loss my road wasn’t taken either sadly

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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!"

Choosing the road less traveled (following Jesus who is Lord God and Savior) made ALL the difference

Choosing the road less traveled (following Jesus who is Lord God and Savior) made ALL the difference

Since so many people love this poem do we not all feel we took the road less travelled??

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Thanks for sharing 💜

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. From The Poetry of Robert Frost by Robert Frost, edited by Edward Connery Lathem. Copyright 1916, 1923, 1928, 1930, 1934, 1939, 1947, 1949, © 1969 by Holt Rinehart and Winston, Inc. Copyright 1936, 1942, 1944, 1945, 1947, 1948, 1951, 1953, 1954, © 1956, 1958, 1959, 1961, 1962 by Robert Frost. Copyright © 1962, 1967, 1970 by Leslie Frost Ballantine.

The road who kills society

If everyone took this mentality, would we collectively be better?

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I am alive

My mom...I think of my mom, may she rest in reverence.

As I came up to the fork in the road The most traveled path was showed Seeking adventure on lesser I rode Every thing I had was a horses load By a stream a new life was bestowed

a regret for the path one has not taken.

Who out there did not hear this as achild😂

In Memory of Bruce Free, who introduced me to the poetry of Robert Frost.

Well well we.. :D

This song brings me into the presence of God! It is so beautiful and peaceful!

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nice poem man

Two roads diverge in a yellow wood ….and I got lost. - Bofat 2023

Beautifully told.

My favorite poem not never can relate so hard to in life

“I would like to start by reading a passage by Robert Frost. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And FEJJDHEKJSJENDJDDJEJ “Homer!” “All in favor of skipping the poem? Thank you.”

Who else watching for an English assignment? ;)

This is my #1 poem. Just love it...

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.

I’m ready

Cadence is too slow. Not fluid

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From Dominican Republic I love this poet and his poems as well. Now this one is a peace of art as it shows the dilemma of life when it comes to choose a path.

This poem made me realized after a life of hardship that I ultimately made the division to live.

Bring more emotions in, Robert. Do better

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This poem is the story of my life

I guess I don't understand, I lived 65,000 days, I've walked 65,000 roads and had no regret but learned what I needed to survive and then to thrive.

A beautiful rendition of an amazing poem - one of my favourite pieces of Robert Frost's work

It’s true

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

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same here, I was doing something around the house and this came on and it stoped me. I had to just listen to the end. Pure beauty.

This will be the song my partner and I will play on our wedding day 💑 💍

I have this mod in Minecraft and I love it 🍁🍂🍃🌰

both roads are equal, its about having the strength and courage to choose instead of waiting and regretting

The often overlooked element-that the roads were both about equal, and equally unknown-is what gives this poem it’s depth and beauty. In life we only get to walk one road. Whichever we’ve chosen, the other is always unknown (can’t rewind time, even if you can make a different choice in the future). In that way, the agency we have is not in whether we choose the “fairer” road or the road less traveled-our choice is in the narrative we tell ourselves about our lives. We have a choice of whether to look back with regret or pride-and therefore, to build ourselves up, or talk ourselves down.

Music too loud - can’t hear the words properly

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.