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;”(Frost 638) In this excerpt of the poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost, it appears to be some nut case that is pondering over a decision that should only take half a second to decide. …showed first 75 words of 912 total…

…showed last 75 words of 912 total…by Woods on a Snowy evening" (from New Hampshire) exemplify Frost's ability to join the pastoral and philosophical modes in lyrics of unforgettable beauty. He unfortunately died on January 23, 1963 in Boston Frost's poetic and political conservatism caused him to lose favor with some literary critics, but his reputation, as a major poet is secure. He unquestionably succeeded in realizing his life's ambition: to write "a few poems it will be hard to get rid of."