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Which Road Not Taken?

Which Road Not Taken?

Robert Frost and the forces of habit.

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I recently read an account of an Orthodox Jewish girls' high school graduation ceremony. The writer described the collect sigh of resignation that whispered through the assembled relatives and friends as one of the graduate-speakers began by reciting Robert Frost's classic poem, "The Road Not Taken." The captive audience seemed to anticipate a predictable excursion along the overly well-trodden road of invoking Frost's verse as a paean to individuality and non-conformism.

Instead, the writer was pleasantly surprised. Departing from the expected formula, the young speaker argued with Frost's message by defending those with the courage to walk the well-traveled road of tradition in the face of social pressure to reject establishment and convention. It is indeed refreshing to hear the voice of youth, albeit second hand, recognizing the fallacy of a new conformism that preaches non-conformity -- or, even worse, anti-conformity.

However, in my days as a student of literature at the University of California, I learned that Robert Frost is among the most famously misunderstood of poets. The attentive reader discovers that it was never Frost's style to merely paint landscapes out of words or to render such trite messages as "favor the road less-traveled." Frost had a sharp, unforgiving eye that focused not on the beauties of nature but upon man's frequent failure to recognize his own place in the natural world.

And so "The Road Not Taken," like so many of Frost's poems, ripples with subtle but troubling inconsistencies. Frost asserts that he chose the road

having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear.

However, he immediately contradicts himself by declaring,

Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same.

So which is it? Were the roads the same or were they different? And if they were the same, then what did it matter which one he chose?

Frost offers his first clue in his first line:

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…

Why did the wood have to be yellow? Since we generally visualize forests as green, would we not expect the wood to be described as emerald, or verdant, or leafy? Why did Frost choose to depict his forest as yellow, the color of the first turning of the leaves with the onset of autumn?

Since Frost is clearly describing not a ramble through the woods but a journey through life, the autumnal image of the yellow wood suggests the last years of middle age, the time when one is set in his ways and resistant to -- but not yet incapable of -- change. It may be a time when one begins to reflect upon opportunities missed, upon chances not taken, upon the caution that urges the traveler to consider the roads ahead and look

down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.

As his choices and options diminish with the anticipated approach of his twilight years, it is here that the traveler through life hopes to catch sight of his final destination before committing himself irrevocably to one path or the other.

Taken thus, the yellow wood represents not the habit of age but the habit of human nature. We favor the familiar, the easy, the undemanding. We resist the unknown, the untried, the untested. When facing decision, human nature prods us along the path of least resistance, the path that poses the least danger, the least challenge and, consequently, the least opportunity for personal growth.

Frost does not ponder the choice between roads more or less traveled by others, but contemplates which kind of road he has traveled more or less himself.

The two roads diverging in Frost's yellow wood lay equally trodden in absolute terms. But for the narrator, the inclination born of habit predisposed him in one direction, where a different traveler inclined by his own forces of habit might find himself predisposed to take the other path.

And so Frost does not ponder the choice between roads more or less traveled by others, but contemplates which kind of road he has traveled more or less himself. To challenge ourselves with the unfamiliar, to force ourselves to overcome new obstacles, to seek out opportunities to discover new resources of talent, ability, and creativity -- these are the pathways that, "somewhere ages and ages hence" will be what "has made all the difference."

Who is mighty? asks the Talmud. The one who conquers his inclination. Traditionally, we apply this statement to the battle against the desire for physical gratification and amoral self-interest. But perhaps it applies equally well to the inclination of habit and routine. When we fear the unfamiliar, when we refuse to look down new roads for no reason other than because we have never traveled them before, we rob ourselves of the chance to discover the limitless potential with which the Creator has endowed every one of us.

Published: June 28, 2008


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Visitor Comments: 10

(10) Ronnie Y. Fredman, July 1, 2008 7:57 PM

Fifty Miles To Stuckeys

Dear Rabbi G,
I just finished my fourth draft of a new poem, "Fifty Miles to Stuckeys." I spent the first eighteen years of my life in St. Louis. I did a lot of traveling as a passenger on I-55. There is a famous oasis chain, Stuckeys, with its great shakes and famous pecan logs. I like the mile post signs, each approaching sign had the Pavlovian effect of intensifying my thirst, my desire for the famous chocolate milk shake. Every road has a fork, an exit, a pathway off the first course: how boring would it be to have no fork in any road? Yet, we admire and require our hearts to be consistent in their beating. Go figure!

(9) Joanne Asher, July 1, 2008 2:25 PM

enlightened

I have read this poem dozens of times and thought I had understood it until now. Thank you So much for such a clear and meaningful "explication de texte."

(8) Harold Males, June 30, 2008 9:29 AM

To Marsha: It's not heavy--it's my other (reading)

I hate to break it to you--but most of Tanach is 'heavy.' And when when we strip away the prose of our lives, what remains is the poetry. Sometimes we need help to cut away concealing undergrowth. Thank you Rabbi Goldson! (PS I am a retired teacher and editor, and this is one of my favorite poems--for the reasons cited in the analysis.)

(7) Robert Lowy, June 30, 2008 1:24 AM

Personal persective

As an English Literature teacher I've been teaching this poem for 30 years. This is the first personal perspective I've read and makes it far more meaningful. I can enjoy it all over again. Thank You

(6) ruth housman, June 29, 2008 7:10 PM

routes and roots

I agree with the conclusion of this peace, that taking risks in life, by following unfamiliar pathways can lead to highways and byways that are personally beautiful and fulfilling in many ways. I think there are always personal "regrets" for roads not taken, and yet, in a lifetime there are just so many choices. I like to feel, that in middle age, when one examines the personal tapestry that is one's life, there are always gold and silver threads that shine, no matter what, because life is experiential and there is no going back to relive those choices by changing them but there is going back to relive the awesome things that did happen to us all on this most profound journey we're all taking.

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