The road splitting in the woods is a metaphor for a choice. Line 1: This line sets the scene for the literal and metaphorical fork in the road that the speaker faces. The forth stanzaAt this point the poet portrays some disappointment from his choice ( “ a sigh “ ), admitting that the fact he had chosen the road less people travelled in had made all the difference in his eyes. Although he expresses a wish to come back and try the other way, he sounds pessimistic when he says he had doubts if he ever came back. But a decision has been made- the poet chooses the less common way and leaves the more common one to a different day. The third stanzaThe poet returns to the point before he made a decision – both ways looked equal and same in the morning as if nobody had walked on the leaves on the roads. Still, he makes a reservation by saying that the passing, the process of walking in that chosen way may be the same as in the other. The poet tries to justify his decision by portraying the way- it is grassy and looks for travellers.
The second stanzaThis stanza presents the choice of the poet, hoping ( “perhaps “) he had made the better one. His long standing reflects his difficulties to prefer one way over the other. The poet expresses feelings of sorrow for not being able to travel both ways, for having to choose one and avoid the other. As he stands, he looks at the two roads for the farthest point he can… until they bend and he can longer see their continuance. The first stanzaThe poet is standing at the wood in a point when two roads are diverged. And we'll always wonder about the roads that we didn't try. Wrong turn or not, the roads we take can end up making significant changes in our lives. As the speaker of this poem discusses, for every road we take, there's a road we don't take. RoadsThis poem is about actual and figurative roads: the roads we walk and drive on, and the roads we take through life. He doesn't tell us too much about himself, but we know that he is facing a big decision the road he's walking on, and the life he's leading, is splitting into two separate roads up ahead.SettingOur setting is in a forest.It's fall in this poem – the trees are turning colors, and the leaves are falling. SpeakerOur speaker is a very conflicted guy. Vocabulary diverged - התפצלו bent- התעקל trodden = become sigh - אנחה
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