I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
Release Date: 1/13/2014
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It may not be common for a company such as Browning to turn to one of the world's greatest poets to express how we feel, but for us Robert Frost's complex poem The Road Not Taken offers special meaning that just feels right. To share your own experiences on roads less traveled go to our Facebook page.
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The beautiful poem in this video was written by Robert Frost. Frost was born in 1874 just four years before John Moses Browning invented his first firearm, the Browning Single Shot. We don't believe that John and Robert ever met, but they were both geniuses in their own right, and we are sure each understood what it personally meant to take a road less traveled.
We understand that many of Robert Frost's poems are filled with ambiguity and even contradiction. They are very, very deep, which is one source of their richness and enjoyment. To some of you our execution may not be exactly on par with your reaction to the poem or that of the literary world, but indeed we -- as hunters and shooters -- do feel deep emotion when we take our own road less traveled. Frost's choice proved illusory. Ours, not so much. Whatever your interpretation of the poem, we hope you enjoy our slightly more literal approach.
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The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost 1874–1963
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.