Today’s poem is by Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963), an American poet. His work was initially published in England before it was published in the United States. Known for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American
I did some reading on this poem a few years ago, and as I recall, Frost wrote it as something of a joke for a friend of his who was woefully indecisive about everything. So it’s almost satirical in the way the speaker attributes such significance to this one passing arbitrary decision. Feel free to investigate further, but that’s my 2 cents, and it definitely changed the way I viewed the poem from when I first read (and imitated it) in high school.
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I did some reading on this poem a few years ago, and as I recall, Frost wrote it as something of a joke for a friend of his who was woefully indecisive about everything. So it’s almost satirical in the way the speaker attributes such significance to this one passing arbitrary decision. Feel free to investigate further, but that’s my 2 cents, and it definitely changed the way I viewed the poem from when I first read (and imitated it) in high school.
Oof, I’m woefully indecisive 😪 I just want my choices to matter, Frost!