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Robert Frost is by far my favourite poet. I know a few of his works off by heart, then recite them during my trips to the woods. Personally, I would put him on a par with Albert Einstein and Emily Dickens. A lot of my own science works were inspired by these three. As for the poem"Two Roads Diverged in a Yellow Wood" I dare not hold it to a general concept. The pictures he paints in his lines are too beautiful and numerous that I fear a general concept would not do them justice. However, one of my favourite stanzas, "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 onto way I doubted I should ever come back." Probably, only in my mind, I interpret as equally pure, untrodden roads and doubting he should ever come back, is Frost's realization of finite infinity. That he is forever somewhere, but always too far down the road of time to return. That doesn't really do it justice, either. Course there are hints towards the untrodden road that could be black and the reader gets the best of both worlds. Too many concepts. Love the thread.