ROBERT FROST PRESENTATION

In A Disused Graveyard The Road Not Taken

The living come with grassy tread
To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
"The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay."
So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can't help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?
It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.
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,

En un cementerio en desuso
And both that morning equally lay
Los vivos llegan pisando el pasto
In leaves no step had trodden black.
para leer las lápidas en la colina;
el cementerio dibuja la vida todavía, Oh, I kept the first for another day!
pero nunca más a los muertos.
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
Los versos en ellas repiten: I doubted if I should ever come back.
"Los vivos que llegan hoy
a leer las piedras y marcharse,
mañana muertos vendrán a quedarse". I shall be telling this with a sigh

Tan segura de la muerte está la rima del Somewhere ages and ages hence:
mármol,
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
sin embargo, no puede dejar de recordar
que ningún muerto, al parecer, volverá. I took the one less traveled by,
¿Qué hace que los hombres se encojan?
And that has made all the difference.
Más fácil sería ser astuto
y decirle a las piedras: los hombres odian
morir
y han dejado de morir ahora para siempre.
Creo que creerían la mentira.
En un cementerio en desuso -
1923
Los vivos llegan con paso grasiento
A leer las lápidas en la colina;
El cementerio dibuja aún a los vivos,
Pero nunca más a los muertos.
Los versos en ellas dicen y dicen:
“Los vivos que vienen hoy
A leer las piedras y se marchan
Muertos mañana vendrán a quedarse.”
Tan segura de la muerte la rima del mármol,
No puede evitar remarcar
Que ningún muerto parece que volverá.
¿Qué es lo que hace que los hombres se
encojan?
Sería sencillo ser listo
Y decirle a las piedras: los hombres odian
morir
Y han dejado de morir ahora para siempre.
Considero que se creerían la mentira.
El camino no elegido.
Dos caminos se bifurcaban en un
bosque amarillo,
Y apenado por no poder tomar los dos
Siendo un viajero solo, largo tiempo
estuve de pie
Mirando uno de ellos tan lejos como
pude,
Hasta donde se perdía en la espesura;
Entonces tomé el otro, imparcialmente,
Y habiendo tenido quizás la elección
acertada,
Pues era tupido y requería uso;
Aunque en cuanto a lo que vi allí
Hubiera elegido cualquiera de los dos.
Y ambos esa mañana yacían
igualmente,
¡Oh, había guardado aquel primero para
otro día!
Aun sabiendo el modo en que las cosas
siguen adelante,
Dudé si debía haber regresado sobre mis
pasos.
Debo estar diciendo esto con un suspiro
De aquí a la eternidad:
Dos caminos se bifurcaban en un
bosque y yo,
Yo tomé el menos transitado,
Y eso hizo toda la diferencia.
According to the Lawrance
Thompson biography, Robert Frost:
The Years of Triumph (1971), Frost
would often introduce the poem in
public readings by saying that the
speaker was based on his Welsh
friend Edward Thomas. In Frost’s
words, Thomas was “a person who,
whichever road he went, would be
sorry he didn’t go the other.”
Grass: Life after dead In A Disused Graveyard:

Community Death is part of nature

Bodies feed earth
Togetherness
Forgetfulness
Anything a person does will affect
someone else
The Road Not Taken:
Stones: Solidity, Stability, Power
Roads as possible choices represented
Green: Health, Energy by nature
Relationship
Innocence/immaturity
Choices
Lack of green: death
Regret
Yellow: Changes Destiny
Fall: Mystery, Death, Change Nature

The loss of innocence and youth Circle of life

Death

In A Disused Graveyard: Conclusion

We ignore death when we are young During our lifetimes we make choices
that will affect not only our lives but
Waste time also other's lives. We should not spend
too much time thinking about the
Carpe diem
decision we did not make, we should
focus on making the most out of
everyday and accept the result of our
The Road Not Taken:
choices because sometimes there is no
Decisions when we are young turning back. The only thing we can be
sure of is that all the roads we take will
Our decisions affects other's lives end in a graveyard. Death is part of life
(grass) and we are not going to die as long as
Being responsible of our actions we live in the hearts of those who love
us.
Accept what we chose and the result of
that. I think both poems open the door to
think and reflect about life.
Follow the masses.
Discovery, wisdom and knowledge in
nature.