Poet 3: Robert Frost Continued

It has been a few days. So, I will continue.

I still think that probably Robert Frosts most famous poem is my favorite. I found a recording of him reading it here:

The Road Not Taken

This is something so historic about hearing his voice reading a poem he wrote. I find the cadence that he had intended. Here is the text of the poem:

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.

This is a poem so potent with meaning. What if he had taken the other road?

I couldn't find Robert Frost reading his poem at the JFK Inauguration, but Kennedy reads one of his poems about two minutes in. It is interesting:

Here is a little clip of him that is so interesting: