Poetry perceives the irrational mysteries and subtle truths, through rational words. Although it is not true to assume that poetry always emanates its messages from the arcane land of mysteries, but it is pretty safe to conjecture that poetry is one of the means, most often utilized, to virtually ground the invisible and get into the inscrutable. When I started prepping up for this assignment, I read several poems by different poets. But hardly anything talked to my heart. At last, I recalled I had read "The Vanishing Red" by Robert L. Frost years back in High School and had liked it quite a bit. To put it in a nutshell, after spending long hours in the library reading Frost's poems -- which was not an easy task, since Frost has been such a prolific poet -v/s I decided to write about "The Road Not Taken." Robert Lee Frost, The poet whose poem I'll shortly comment upon, was born on March 26, 1874, in San Francisco, California. After his father's death in 1885, he moved to New England and settled in rural Lawrence, Massachusetts. Young Frost experimented with poetry in his early years at High School. He did so, as well, in Dartmouth College and Harvard University, which he attended for a brief time. Later, from 1885 to 1912 , as Harold Bloom, a literary critic and a professor of humanities at the University of Yale writes, Frost took up poultry farming, teaching, and writing poetry "often at night at the kitchen table" (13). Only after moving to England in 1912, Frost kicked off his literary career after publishing "A Boy's Will," who got a positive review by Ezra pound, the influential modernist writer of the time (Potter 16). In 1916, Frost publishes his new book "Mountain Interval," a set of poems starting with "The Road Not Taken." Bloom writes in his book that the title "Mountain Interval" suggests the poems denote, " pauses in rural landscape to contemplate the isolation, between settlements, activities and memories, as well as between the self and the natural world " (30).