After Apple Picking and Road Not Taken Comparative Essay

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Even in the earlier days of Robert Frost’s long arduous active life, he looked upon the journey of life in a more seiner way. Where most of the younger crowd may prefer a “happy go lucky” approach to life, Frost invested his every adapting yet inspiring mind into mysteries and the choices we come across in life, the issues of mortality and morals, and one’s view of death are explored in such a way, one may find it difficult but to be inspired by his work.

“After Apple Picking” and “The road Not Taken” at first appear to be worryingly similar to each other. Not only they were crafted by the same poet at approximately the same time, but the actual content dig into similar ground as in the two of them, they mostly drenched into the past
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This sequence of messages to the reader that the narrator is understandably moderately tired after another day at apple picking, but there is evidence that the narrator was tired at the beginning of the poem. He also attempted to “Rub the strangeness from my eyes” but to no prevail. It is clear that the end is near.

Although the narrator’s body is telling him that it is time to move on from life, he actually may not be entirely satisfied with what he’s done. The lines, “a barrel that I didn’t fill” and “Apples that I didn’t pick,” suggest that he wishes that he could do more, but he is toy tired for that. However, near the beginning, the narrator smugly suggests that, “There may be two or three” apples that he purposely left that could have filled the bucket with. Did he choose to stop and quit, that is a possibility. However, there is another sense of incompleteness as the “Great harvest” he had once desired never came to be. Although he would leave much behind him, from the poem overall, it is clear that this old man is looking forward in welcoming death.

Although “The Road Not Taken” is also told from the view of an old man full of regrets, at the end of his life he is not. At the core, this poem is rather simple, the narrator stands in a forrest with two paths that lay in front of him, each are as worn as the other, and both have an equal number of undisturbed leaves. He knows
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