It begins with the line: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.” The poet’s words paint a vivid picture of a dirt lane passing through a hardwood forest. It is autumn, the leaves are ...

Just what exactly does Frost mean when he writes, in the first line, “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood ... the middle drawing is your standard crossroads; and the last is two forks.

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 ...

But that was the point. Could this be the fork that inspired one of America’s favorite poems, the one beginning, “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood”? Mention poet Robert Frost and everyone ...