36: writing a poem and Robert Frost

Antique Typewriter Qwerty IXA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. Robert Frost

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(J) Juxtaposition

photo-1424746219973-8fe3bd07d8e3In poetry, juxtaposition is a technique that involves comparing and contrasting two or more ideas, side by side.

The poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost does this by comparing two paths, or decisions, each one quite different from the other, with its own set of adventures, concerns, and end results.

The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost

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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Poetry Beyond All Praise – No. 11

Antique Typewriter Qwerty IXa celebration of great poets during april’s national poetry month

 

 

 

 

The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost

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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