This is why the speaker stood at the intersection for a long time, examining the two roads Frost 3. The sounds were coming ever closer and all I could do was ride on, feeling nauseous, entirely exhausted and tender across my whole body.
We were some of the few lucky people from our village that escaped. The world of the woods, a world offering perfect quiet and solitude, exists side by side with the realization that there is also another world, a world of people and social obligations.
The meaning of the narrator's response to the woods is caught in the contrast between the relaxed, conversational idiom of the first three lines, and the dream-like descriptive detail and hypnotic flowing of the last few lines.
The binary oppositions present in the poem indicate that, regardless of his responsibilities, the speaker would like to remain in the woods and take in the scene set before him His poetry eased a country through three wars and crossed the boundaries of the popular and critical audiences.
I hopped onto the horse and rode over the top of the hill and slowly down to the bottom. There is nothing I can now do. Six summers later, my father died from a terrible cold, a widower, leaving one son. When he made the choice to travel on the second road, he says that he might return to the other road on another day.
Apparently the revolutionaries had captured him and mutilated his body as a sign of their hate for the Sioux and their want to conquer them. Soon all was once again quiet. He stops by woods on this "darkest evening of the year" to watch them "fill up with snow," and lingers so long that his "little horse" shakes his harness bells "to ask if there is some mistake.