1st poem:

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 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.

Description:
"The Road Not Taken" is an unclear poem that allows the reader to think about choices in
life, whether to go with the mainstream or go it alone. The reader is faced with a
dilemma. Life is a journey; this poem highlights those times in life when a decision has to
be made. Which way will you go? This is a metaphorical description of how the speaker
has chosen to live his life. Upon analyzing both the options, we notice that one path looks
harder than the other, the second path is easy and traveled by many and the hard one is
traveled by few people and the writer tries the harder one. The decision lies in the balance
of ugly truths and sweet lies. He chooses the harder path and faces the ugly truths but
makes all the difference in the end.
2nd poem:

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.

Description: The writer thinks about who owns the woods that he is passing through, and is fairly
sure of knowing the landowner. However, the owner's home is far away in the village, and
therefore he is physically unable of seeing the writer stop to watch the snowfall in the forest. The
writer thinks his horse must find it strange to stop so far from any signs of improvement.
Certainly, they are surrounded only by the forest and a frozen lake, on the longest night of the
year. The horse shakes the bells on its harness as if asking if the writer has made a mistake by
stopping. The only other sound besides the ringing of these bells is that of the wind and falling
snowflakes, which the writer likes. The writer finds the woods very attractive, brought both to
their darkness and how large and surrounded they seem. However, the writer has duties to fulfill
elsewhere. Therefore, he would like to stay and rest, the writer knows there are many more miles
to go before that will be possible.
3rd poem: She Walks in Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus, mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

Description: The writer compares a beautiful woman who is walking to a clear night sky full of
bright stars. The nicest light and darkness come together in peace in this woman's appearance,
particularly within her eyes. This gentle and unstable play of light is heavenly indeed, heaven
usually refuses to give this natural light to the daytime. A touch of light has greatly reduced the
woman's beauty. This beauty, which is hard to put into words, shows itself in every part of the
woman's hair, and gently falls on her face. Her sweet, beautiful emotions play out on her face,
revealing how pure and beloved this woman is. On the woman's cheek and forehead softly and
calmly, but noticeably appear getting smiles and a glowing skin tone. These features reveal that
the woman spends her days virtuously, that she holds a peaceful mind, and that she has an
innocent and loving heart.