the road not taken questions for middle school

Out-of-context “Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-/I took the one less traveled by,/And that has made all the difference.” appears to be celebrating individualism and personal choices that go against the norm. “The Road Not Taken” is usually interpreted as prompting people to take an unconventional, path. Ilyssa Forman, Amherst Class of 2022 reflects on The Road Not Taken: The woodchuck could say whether it’s like his This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is. No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble, There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,Ĭherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall. I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend. I skimmed this morning from the drinking troughĪnd held against the world of hoary grass. I got from looking through a pane of glass I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a tree He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’ He will not go behind his father’s saying,Īnd he likes having thought of it so well Not of woods only and the shade of trees. In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,īut it’s not elves exactly, and I’d ratherīringing a stone grasped firmly by the top Something there is that doesn’t love a wall, Where there are cows? But here there are no cows. ‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.’ There where it is we do not need the wall:Īnd eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. I thought of questions that have no reply,Īnd would have turned to toss the grass to dry īut he turned first, and led my eye to lookĪt a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,Ī leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had sparedīeside a reedy brook the scythe had bared. Some resting flower of yesterday’s delight.Īnd once I marked his flight go round and round,Īs where some flower lay withering on the ground.Īnd then he flew as far as eye could see,Īnd then on tremulous wing came back to me. Seeking with memories grown dim o’er night ‘As all must be,’ I said within my heart,īut as I said it, swift there passed me by I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.īut he had gone his way, the grass all mown, I looked for him behind an isle of trees The dew was gone that made his blade so keenīefore I came to view the levelled scene.

The road not taken questions for middle school