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Robert Frost's Two Roads"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood" (Line 1),upon hearing that sentence one recognizes the work of Robert Frost. The first time through this poem it seems to be telling of a great accomplishment and a grand ordeal worthy of praise. At least, that is the mistake everyone makes.Most everyone assumes "The Road Not Taken" is about accomplishment and making good decisions. That is not the case, once looked into; this poem is not so straight forward.
An eye catches a few things after multiple studying, for example, a person may be nonchalantly talking about a glorious occasion but have a pensive look about him. "The Road Not Taken" is just as questionable as a serious face during a happy moment. To put it simply, the person is not happy with his two roads, even if the words in the poem express it at first when read through the first or second time. Like any good literature, this poem needs to be looked into further.
"I shall be telling this with a sigh " (Line 16), note how he does no
BedAs the cool of night settles in, a drowsy aroma fills the senses, the head starts to go fuzzy. The calming colors of the layers of fabric strewn across the frame and the tantalizing indentation from the previous night calls for a body to be cocooned immediately. The sound of the wind blowing against the drapes amidst the calm of night as one is breathing steadily creates an atmosphere of peace in the heart. It causes a feeling of safety. Footsteps are heard, the sound is that of bare feet; it is no doubt bedtime.
An overwhelming scent of shampoo from many a night of showering before sleep bursts through the nostrils, sending strong signals that sleep must be soon. A breeze from the window blows against warm skin, ruffling hair and causing covers to be pulled tighter as one crawls into bed. The pleasant stimulation of the breeze can be felt every few minutes.
The sight of the pillows and blankets make it impossible to not be tired; one looks at it and it looks so soft and warm, a welcom
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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