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the road not taken by robert frost
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 feet 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

tells the story of a young boy who dies after his hand is severed by a "buzz-saw". ... the boy lost his hand to a buzz saw and bled so much that he went into shock, dying in spite of his doctor's efforts. frost uses personification to great effect throughout the poem.
tells the story of a young boy who dies after his hand is severed by a "buzz saw". ... the boy lost his hand to a buzz saw and bled so much that he went into shock, dying in spite of his doctor's efforts. frost uses personification to great effect throughout the poem.