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A Matter of Interpretation

August 26, 2015 by Christopher Gronlund 4 Comments

Man walking down a dirt roadWhen Robert Frost’s poem “The Road Not Taken” was taught to me, it was as though only the last three lines existed:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Out of context, it looks like it’s a poem about enjoying the quiet path. But a full reading of the poem reveals that the roads are equally worn and that, in the end when telling the tale of the split, it will be said with a sigh.

Here’s the whole thing:

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 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.

A Later Reading

As an adult I read the poem and was hit with a profound thought: “This is a poem about someone who has a hard time deciding and always looks back in regret.” A couple years after that and reading all I could about the poem, I wrote this old Livejournal entry.

The poem has been on my mind, lately. I’ve seen it popping up in the past week and eventually realized this book has been written about the poem, arguing that it’s not what many believe it to be. (Obviously, I agree that it’s not a happy poem — that it goes as far as showing humans will paint a past event in a happier hue to assuage their regret and wondering.)

Yesterday

I chatted about this all with some friends online yesterday, some of whom reread Frost’s poem and were floored when they saw and agreed that it is not the happy poem we were told it to be when we were younger. Others may have thought we read into things too much. One friend felt that things left up to interpretation matter on the level readers want things to matter, and I’m apt to side with him. (He also dropped this in his defense of where he stands on it all):

Another Poem Revisited

One of my favorite poems is “Piazza Di Spagna, Early Morning” by Richard Wilbur. It goes like this:

I can’t forget
How she stood at the top of that long marble stair
Amazed, and then with a sleepy pirouette
Went dancing slowly down to the fountain-quieted square;

Nothing upon her face
But some impersonal loneliness,- not then a girl
But as it were a reverie of the place,
A called-for falling glide and whirl;

As when a leaf, petal, or thin chip
Is drawn to the falls of a pool and, circling a moment above it,
Rides on over the lip-
Perfectly beautiful, perfectly ignorant of it.

When I stumbled upon it in my early 20s, the line about things being drawn to the falls made me think, “Did she fall? Did she jump?”

The line about the impersonal loneliness on the woman’s face made me think that maybe she was depressed and took a leap to her end, but the line about being “perfectly ignorant of it,” made me think it was all an accident.

I reread the poem a couple months ago and thought, “Ya know, maybe this isn’t about anything I thought it was about when I was younger. Maybe it’s just a poem about watching a woman descend stairs in a piazza in Italy…”

I did some research and found out that was the case — no suicide or accident involved at all.

So…does that mean my earlier impression is wrong and that those who see a message about taking things slowly in Frost’s famous poem are also wrong?

Piazza di Spagna by David McSpadden (https://www.flickr.com/photos/familyclan/)
Piazza di Spagna by David McSpadden (https://www.flickr.com/photos/familyclan/)

Author’s Intent

Sometimes we know exactly what an author meant when writing something. Journals are found and we can say without a doubt:

The evidence backs up this particular interpretation…

But writing becomes the realm of readers once it’s in their hands. Without readers making something more than it was at creation, writers would have no hope of ever being read to a level allowing them to be one of the rarest of the rare who not only do it full time, but full time without another thought of money again.

So if I say my intention with my first novel is symbolically about the hell my grandfathers experienced in World War II, but readers say, “It’s a humorous coming-of-age story about a family traveling cross country in a possessed station wagon…CLEARLY!!!” who’s interpretation wins?

Does it even matter?

(For the Record, Hell Comes with Wood Paneled Doors is really just a dream a sentient marmoset has before realizing she just wants to stay wild because human life seems much too difficult. You know that’s true because the author said so in this blog post!)

The Road Not Taken

I think I can make a better argument that Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” is a poem about regret…or at least not letting past decisions in life stand on their own. That it’s about the people who will always wonder:

Had I walked that other road, would it have been better?

and then work hard to tell themselves they made the right choice.

But if someone else sees the happy interpretation of the poem, or carries away from a reading a memory of childhood and argues that it’s even deeper…that it’s all about growing old enough to make decisions and sighing as we look back because we’re no longer children free to play, who am I to say you’re wrong?

I suppose even that’s up for interpretation.

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Comments

  1. David says

    August 26, 2015 at 8:57 pm

    I really enjoyed the online discussion and this blog post.

    Marmosets! Color me stunned- all this time I assumed a ‘Cars’-like world where Mini Coper station wagons gained sentience and began breeding for size… Sometimes the text just takes you so far

  2. Christopher Gronlund says

    August 26, 2015 at 9:47 pm

    You’re not entirely off. It is a Cars-like world in which the marmoset — through the use of a laser-experiment-gone-bad (did I mention the marmoset escaped from a lab?) — is sent into the Cars dimension and sees a life it always wanted to live. There’s even a chapter in the original draft called, “Climbing Trees with Wheels” that’s kind of an homage to Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.

  3. Saralee says

    August 27, 2015 at 8:40 am

    Such an interesting analysis, Christopher! In thinking about the first part of your essay, on the Road Less Traveled, I was reminded of this piece from Brain Pickings about the lives we didn’t live — that is, the lives we think we might have had if we’d chosen to go the other way.
    http://www.brainpickings.org/2015/08/17/missing-out-adam-phillips/

  4. Christopher Gronlund says

    September 2, 2015 at 10:13 am

    So sorry I missed this reply, Saralee! Thank you for the comment and the link to Brianpickings. I didn’t see that one, so excellent. I like the thought that unlived lives shape us. I never really gave that concept too much thought, but I do think about other possibilities. Had I stuck with studying wildlife biology, where would I be? Had I stuck with wanting to be a professional juggler, where would I be? Had I taught…had I taken up a great-aunt’s offer to move me to New York City in my early 20s…all these things–where would I be?

    And by examining them, I think, “I’d be happy, just as I’m happy right now.” And, at least for me, that put a lot into perspective.

    If you like Brainpickings, this interview with Maria Popova on the On Being podcast is one of my favorite things in recent podcast memory: http://www.onbeing.org/program/maria-popova-cartographer-of-meaning-in-a-digital-age/7580

    Take care!

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