am writing a 1,200 word essay discussing the thematic and formal connections and differences between œThe Road not Taken and œStopping by Woods One Snowy Evening.
I understand some thematic connections (seasons, pastoral images, woods, what the narrator sees and what the narrator feels, traditional poetic form with the naturalness of common speech, darker œunderlying world in the poems, how the narrator is alone and burdened with choice, rseistence to time and change¦) can you help me name any more, perhaps more important themes I may have overlooked?
I am having a bit of an issue with the differences of the two poems. Again, I understand a bit (one is in fall (yellow wood) and the other in winter); in œThe Road.., the narrator is burdoned with choice and anxiety about making the wrong choice, in œStopping by woods¦ the narrator is burdoned with a promise, and a cart, and must make a choice to continue on. In addition, in œstopping by woods, I beleve the narrator is contending with hypothermia, and death (falling alsleep) because of the cold, hence ending the last two lines by repeating, œAnd miles to go before I sleep much like a final sigh, which differes from the œtelling this with a sigh line that expersses (in my view) regret in œthe Road Not Taken. Am I missing anything?
I am at a loss regarding œformal connections! Please give me a hint!
Please help me in structuring this paper by addressing the above issues¦I have a rough draft due tomorrow at 8 am. If you have any other suggestions on how to better this paper, please let me know!
For your Reference:
The Road Not Taken
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 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.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
WHOSE woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.