My Name was Supposed to be Elizabeth Ann

— Stories from the Roads (Not) Taken

A wooden plaque containing the final two lines of Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” hangs beside my desk at work. It is one of my favorite poems by one of my favorite poets. However, “The Road” is one of those poems that readers can get remarkably wrong, erroneously interpreting the final stanza (and therefore …

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