What annoying background noise pollution - it is totally unnecessary, drowns out the spoken word & ruins film. QuestioVerum2010, have you ever been in a wood ? And if so, was it one where the wind rustling through the trees and the sound of birdsong was replaced by background "music" pounding & thumping away in your ears ?
@bailey-gh4jjАй бұрын
sorry for your loss my road wasn’t taken either sadly
@mrmew9370Ай бұрын
dam
@The_Last_Poet_Ай бұрын
Đura Jakšić - TRAILS (1875) during Serbo-Turkish War "Two paths stand before me: One with flowers, the other with thorns; Iron legs are mine - I'm going thorn to come back. I yield the flowers of the path Whose foot is soft; Let the women tread on the flowers, And thorns are for man!"
@heathwells35642 ай бұрын
Choosing the road less traveled (following Jesus who is Lord God and Savior) made ALL the difference
@heathwells35642 ай бұрын
Choosing the road less traveled (following Jesus who is Lord God and Savior) made ALL the difference
@Tombuchaill2 ай бұрын
Since so many people love this poem do we not all feel we took the road less travelled??
If everyone took this mentality, would we collectively be better?
@shakinamahajabin79174 ай бұрын
👍
@azormaxo17625 ай бұрын
I am alive
@capricornk90335 ай бұрын
My mom...I think of my mom, may she rest in reverence.
@SafetyMentalst5 ай бұрын
As I came up to the fork in the road The most traveled path was showed Seeking adventure on lesser I rode Every thing I had was a horses load By a stream a new life was bestowed
@eilishbilly49765 ай бұрын
a regret for the path one has not taken.
@DannyDake-ff8fz6 ай бұрын
Who out there did not hear this as achild😂
@vintagebrew10576 ай бұрын
In Memory of Bruce Free, who introduced me to the poetry of Robert Frost.
@DribSek-gp6yk6 ай бұрын
Well well we.. :D
@jackiehammond88566 ай бұрын
This song brings me into the presence of God! It is so beautiful and peaceful!
@SubToTomGamer7 ай бұрын
lol
@SubToTomGamer7 ай бұрын
nice poem man
@bofat69787 ай бұрын
Two roads diverge in a yellow wood ….and I got lost. - Bofat 2023
@Skyrunner137 ай бұрын
Beautifully told.
@tinkbangz77267 ай бұрын
My favorite poem not never can relate so hard to in life
@periflores10027 ай бұрын
“I would like to start by reading a passage by Robert Frost. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And FEJJDHEKJSJENDJDDJEJ “Homer!” “All in favor of skipping the poem? Thank you.”
@wholmes123837 ай бұрын
Who else watching for an English assignment? ;)
@neilpereira73567 ай бұрын
This is my #1 poem. Just love it...
@tristandavid088 ай бұрын
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; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
@bradyhammerer14478 ай бұрын
I’m ready
@Masaichi-ux5lf8 ай бұрын
Cadence is too slow. Not fluid
@khwajanavil8 ай бұрын
❤
@freddyabreu39318 ай бұрын
From Dominican Republic I love this poet and his poems as well. Now this one is a peace of art as it shows the dilemma of life when it comes to choose a path.
@dutch86739 ай бұрын
This poem made me realized after a life of hardship that I ultimately made the division to live.
I guess I don't understand, I lived 65,000 days, I've walked 65,000 roads and had no regret but learned what I needed to survive and then to thrive.
@christianebirwin846311 ай бұрын
A beautiful rendition of an amazing poem - one of my favourite pieces of Robert Frost's work
@bradyhammerer144711 ай бұрын
It’s true
@mamunsarker797111 ай бұрын
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; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference
@zoeydelia8852 Жыл бұрын
tears,love
@zoeydelia8852 Жыл бұрын
same here, I was doing something around the house and this came on and it stoped me. I had to just listen to the end. Pure beauty.
@thewizboy Жыл бұрын
This will be the song my partner and I will play on our wedding day 💑 💍
@jenniferkrebs4365 Жыл бұрын
I have this mod in Minecraft and I love it 🍁🍂🍃🌰
@facade5050 Жыл бұрын
both roads are equal, its about having the strength and courage to choose instead of waiting and regretting
@Alacrity01 Жыл бұрын
The often overlooked element-that the roads were both about equal, and equally unknown-is what gives this poem it’s depth and beauty. In life we only get to walk one road. Whichever we’ve chosen, the other is always unknown (can’t rewind time, even if you can make a different choice in the future). In that way, the agency we have is not in whether we choose the “fairer” road or the road less traveled-our choice is in the narrative we tell ourselves about our lives. We have a choice of whether to look back with regret or pride-and therefore, to build ourselves up, or talk ourselves down.
@vodatube2591 Жыл бұрын
Music too loud - can’t hear the words properly
@user-qv6lf1fj5h Жыл бұрын
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. Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same. And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.