ENGL 102 College Composition II Length: 4 – 6 pages + work cited list Essay 3 – Researched Argument Description: This essay expands your analytical and writing skills. You will write an essay that expands on an idea suggested by the prompts for reading selection “THE ROAD NOT TAKEN”. Although this analysis is your analysis you will inform is by researching academic secondary sources for deeper connections to lead new insight into the author, setting (both historical and situational), and theme. As your understanding deepens, you will present a thesis that argues your idea and you will support it with details from your own analysis research, and connections. Robert Frost- Author of the Road Not Taken Robert Frost (1874–1963) was born in California. After his father’s death in 1885, Frost’s mother took the family to New England, where she taught in high schools in Massachusetts and New Hampshire. Frost studied for part of one term at Dartmouth College in New Hampshire, then did various jobs (including teaching), and from 1897 to 1899 was enrolled as a special student at Harvard. He later farmed in New Hampshire, published a few poems in local newspapers, left the farm and taught again, and in 1912 left for England, where he hoped to achieve more popular success as a writer. By 1915, he had won a considerable reputation, and he returned to the United States, settling on a farm in New Hampshire and cultivating the image of the country-wise farmer-poet. In fact, he was well read in the classics, in the Bible, and in English and American literature. Among Frost’s many comments about literature, here are three: “Writing is unboring to the extent that it is dramatic”; “Every poem is... a figure of the will braving alien entanglements”; and, finally, a poem “begins in delight and ends in wisdom.... It runs a course of lucky events, and ends in a clarification of life—not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.” 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: Requirements: · Four - six pages double-spaced, 12 pt font, excluding work cited list · Topic is THE ROAD NOT TAKEN · You will begin your essay with an introductory paragraph that includes the name of the selection and author, your topic, and a thesis statement. · You should employ principles of argum.

1. ENGL 102
College Composition II Length: 4 – 6
pages + work cited list
Essay 3 –
Researched Argument
Description: This essay expands your analytical and writing
skills. You will write an essay that expands on an idea
suggested by the prompts for reading selection “THE ROAD
NOT TAKEN”. Although this analysis is your analysis you will
inform is by researching academic secondary sources for
deeper connections to lead new insight into the author, setting
(both historical and situational), and theme. As your
understanding deepens, you will present a thesis that argues
your idea and you will support it with details from your own
analysis research, and connections.
Robert Frost- Author of the Road Not Taken
Robert Frost (1874–1963) was born in California. After his
father’s death in 1885, Frost’s mother took the family to New
England, where she taught in high schools in Massachusetts and
New Hampshire. Frost studied for part of one term at Dartmouth
College in New Hampshire, then did various jobs (including
teaching), and from 1897 to 1899 was enrolled as a special
student at Harvard. He later farmed in New Hampshire,
published a few poems in local newspapers, left the farm and
taught again, and in 1912 left for England, where he hoped to
achieve more popular success as a writer. By 1915, he had won
a considerable reputation, and he returned to the United States,
settling on a farm in New Hampshire and cultivating the image
of the country-wise farmer-poet. In fact, he was well read in the
classics, in the Bible, and in English and American literature.

2. Among Frost’s many comments about literature, here are three:
“Writing is unboring to the extent that it is dramatic”; “Every
poem is... a figure of the will braving alien entanglements”;
and, finally, a poem “begins in delight and ends in wisdom.... It
runs a course of lucky events, and ends in a clarification of
life—not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and
cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against
confusion.”
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:
Requirements:
· Four - six pages double-spaced, 12 pt font, excluding work
cited list
· Topic is THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
· You will begin your essay with an introductory paragraph that

3. includes the name of the selection and author, your topic, and a
thesis statement.
· You should employ principles of argument which include
alternative perspectives to the one you present in the thesis and
solid reasoning supporting your thesis.
· Cite specific examples from the readings as well as from your
secondary sources.
· You will write use at least four secondary academic sources
MLA documentation format
· You will include a complete Work Cited page that references
the primary reading/s and the sources that your researched to
inform your argument. The Work Cited Page will follow MLA
guidelines.
· The final paper will be free from mechanical, grammatical,
and spelling errors in addition to employing active verbs and
clear diction.
· Your final submission will follow MLA guidelines for
manuscript submission (e.g. heading, title, spacing, font, etc.)
Grading:
Topic
Description
Points
Organization- introduction, body, and conclusion
The introduction, body and conclusion are completely
developed with required information. Conclusion xpands on
ideas presented in the thesis.
0 – 30 points
Content/Presentation of ideas
The essay includes all required elements of argument; ideas
reflect clear logic and are supported with sufficient evidence
which has been correctly cited in text and included in the work
cited list.
0 - 40

4. Organization: Unity and Coherence
Paragraphs stay on topic and are organized in a logical format
to keep the reader aware of the argument. Transitions are used
within and among paragraphs.
0 - 20
MLA Documentation and source use
At least four outside sources are used in the essay and cited
correctly and correspond to the documentation in the work cited
list. All documentation corresponds with MLA format
0 - 15
Manuscript format
Manuscript follows MLA formatting and essay design.
0 - 15
Grammar, punctuation, and usage.
Fewer than 5 major errors in grammar, usage, and punctuation.
There are some minor errors.
0 - 20
ENGL 102
College Composition II
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;

5. 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:
Directions for Research and Source Analysis
1. Based on the idea(s) for analysis that you decide to explore
in your selected reading (complete all of the argument analysis
activity before you start this part), use the library databases
(usually, a general purpose database will work if you cannot
find a useful source in one of the literature and humanities
databases) to select two good sources--one that supports a
central argument/idea/interpretation you want to analyze in your
selected reading THE ROAD NOT TAKEN, and one source that
is against this central argument/idea/interpretation, or at least
offers a significantly different perspective.
2. Answer the following questions about each source you find
(two sources total):
· What is the author’s main argument or point?

6. · What actual evidence (examples and illustrations, reasoning)
does the author use to explain and prove his/her ideas in the
source? Give and explain two specific examples.
· Of the evidence the author uses to get her/his point across to
us, the readers, how much of it seems to be opinion, and how
much seems to be based on fact? Give three examples of
opinion-based statements and three examples of fact-based
statements. Explain how/why you classified the statements as
opinion or fact.
· How does the author attempt to persuade us and convince us
that his/her opinion is realistic? Give three examples of how the
author attempts to persuade/argue her/his ideas to the reader.
· List and explain two examples you find where the author
acknowledges other points of view. Do you think that the author
is being fair and balanced in her/his opinions? Explain.
· Overall, is the source convincing or successful? Explain why
or why not, and use specific examples from the source to
support your statements.
· Why did you pick this source? How does it relate to the
reading you selected for this assignment?
Use direct quotations and paraphrases from your selected
research sources to support your analysis of each source's
argument(s). Use correct parenthetical documentation ("in-text
citations") for the quotations and paraphrases. Cite sources
correctly in MLA style at the end of your assignment.
You may present this analysis in paragraph form or in bulleted
form.
READING
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

7. 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:
QUESTIONS
1. Write a paragraph-long objective summary for the reading
you have selected.
2. Next, answer the following questions below about the reading
you have selected:
What happens in the story, poem, or play?
What are the most important events?
What sorts of people are the main characters?
What especially pleased you or displeased you in the story,
poem, or play?
Do you have any thoughts about the work's title? Is it
significant? Explain.
What is the function of the setting in this story or play?
Why has this (or these) character(s) been introduced?
What is the author trying to tell us?
How has this idea been developed and made more complex?
How exactly can we describe the work's tone?

8. What is the difference in assumptions between this [work] and
another one?
3. Use your responses to the questions above to develop your
ideas for analysis or choose a prompt for writing as explained in
the assignment directions for the argument essay, and start
working on brainstorming, topic development, research inquiry,
and outlining. Submit one to two page (double-spaced) analysis
of your plan composed of the objective summary and analysis
responses.
Question 1.
Using the poem “Introduction to poetry and the question below.
1. Which image in the poem do you think is the most effective?
Is there an image that you think is not effective, that is
confusing or awkward, or that you cannot understand?
Introduction to Poetry
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.

9. But all they want to do is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
Barnet, Sylvan; Burto, William; Cain, William E.; Nixon,
Cheryl. Literature for Composition (Page 246). Pearson
Education. Kindle Edition.
Question 2.
Using the poem “The road not taken” answer the question below
If “The Road Not Taken” consisted of only the first and last
stanzas, we would probably feel that Frost was talking about a
clear-cut choice between two distinctive ways of life—for
instance, the life of a poet or the life of a farmer. The poem
does not consist only of the first and last stanzas, however.
What do the two middle stanzas do? Do they complicate the
poem in an interesting way? Or, do they make a muddle of it?
Please explain.
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!

10. 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:
Question 3.
From the poem “The man to send Rain clouds” answer the
question below
How well does Leon understand the priest? How well does the
priest understand Leon?
The Man to Send Rain Clouds
One
They found him under a big cottonwood tree. His Levi jacket
and pants were faded light-blue so that he had been easy to find.
The big cottonwood tree stood apart from a small grove of
winter bare cottonwoods which grew in the wide, sandy arroyo.
He had been dead for a day or more, and the sheep had
wandered and scattered up and down the arroyo. Leon and his
brother-in-law, Ken, gathered the sheep and left them in the pen
at the sheep camp before they returned to the cottonwood tree.
Leon waited under the tree while Ken drove the truck through
the deep sand to the edge of the arroyo. He squinted up at the
sun and unzipped his jacket—it sure was hot for this time of
year. But high and northwest the blue mountains were still deep
in snow. Ken came sliding down the low, crumbling bank about
fifty yards down, and he was bringing the red blanket. Before
they wrapped the old man, Leon took a piece of string out of his
pocket and tied a small gray feather in the old man’s long white
hair. Ken gave him the paint. Across the brown wrinkled
forehead he drew a streak of white and along the high
cheekbones he drew a strip of blue paint. He paused and
watched Ken throw pinches of corn meal and pollen into the
wind that fluttered the small gray feather. Then Leon painted
with yellow under the old man’s broad nose, and finally, when

11. he had painted green across the chin, he smiled. “Send us rain
clouds, Grandfather.” They laid the bundle in the back of the
pickup and covered it with a heavy tarp before they started back
to the pueblo. They turned off the highway onto the sandy
pueblo road. Not long after they passed the store and post office
they saw Father Paul’s car coming toward them. When he
recognized their faces he slowed his car and waved for them to
stop. The young priest rolled down the car window. “Did you
find old Teofilo?” he asked loudly. Leon stopped the truck.
“Good morning, Father. We were just out to the sheep camp.
Everything is O.K. now.” “Thank God for that. Teofilo is a very
old man. You really shouldn’t allow him to stay at the sheep
camp alone.” “No, he won’t do that any more now.” “Well, I’m
glad you understand. I hope I’ll be seeing you at Mass this
week— we missed you last Sunday. See if you can get old
Teofilo to come with you.” The priest smiled and waved at them
as they drove away.
Two
Louise and Teresa were waiting. The table was set for lunch,
and the coffee was boiling on the black iron stove. Leon looked
at Louise and then at Teresa. “We found him under a
cottonwood tree in the big arroyo near sheep camp. I guess he
sat down to rest in the shade and never got up again.” Leon
walked toward the old man’s head. The red plaid shawl had
been shaken and spread carefully over the bed, and a new brown
flannel shirt and pair of stiff new Levis were arranged neatly
beside the pillow. Louise held the screen door open while Leon
and Ken carried in the red blanket. He looked small and
shriveled, and after they dressed him in the new shirt and pants
he seemed more shrunken.
It was noontime now because the church bells rang the
Angelus.1 They ate the beans with hot bread, and nobody said
anything until after Teresa poured the coffee. Ken stood up and
put on his jacket. “I’ll see about the grave-diggers. Only the top
layer of soil is frozen. I think it can be ready before dark.” Leon

12. nodded his head and finished his coffee. After Ken had been
gone for a while, the neighbors and clans people came quietly to
embrace Teofilo’s family and to leave food on the table because
the grave-diggers would come to eat when they were finished.
Three
The sky in the west was full of pale-yellow light. Louise stood
outside with her hands in the pockets of Leon’s green army
jacket that was too big for her. The funeral was over, and the
old men had taken their candles and medicine bags and were
gone. She waited until the body was laid into the pickup before
she said anything to Leon. She touched his arm, and he noticed
that her hands were still dusty from the corn meal that she had
sprinkled around the old man. When she spoke, Leon could not
hear her. “What did you say? I didn’t hear you.” “I said that I
had been thinking about something.” “About what?” “About the
priest sprinkling holy water for Grandpa. So he won’t be
thirsty.” Leon stared at the new moccasins that Teofilo had
made for the ceremonial dances in the summer. They were
nearly hidden by the red blanket. It was getting colder, and the
wind pushed gray dust down the narrow pueblo road. The sun
was approaching the long mesa where it disappeared during the
winter. Louise stood there shivering and watching his face.
Then he zipped up his jacket and opened the truck door. “I’ll
see if he’s there.” Ken stopped the pickup at the church, and
Leon got out; and then Ken drove down the hill to the graveyard
where people were waiting. Leon knocked at the old carved
door with its symbols of the Lamb. While he waited he looked
up at the twin bells from the king of Spain with the last sunlight
pouring around them in their tower. The priest opened the door
and smiled when he saw who it was. “Come in! What brings you
here this evening?” The priest walked toward the kitchen, and
Leon stood with his cap in his hand, playing with the earflaps
and examining the living room—the brown sofa, the green
armchair, and the brass lamp that hung down from the ceiling by
links of chain. The priest dragged a chair out of the kitchen and
offered it to Leon. “No thank you, Father. I only came to ask

13. you if you would bring your holy water to the graveyard.” The
priest turned away from Leon and looked out the window at the
patio full of shadows and the dining-room windows of the nuns’
cloister across the patio. The curtains were heavy, and the light
from within faintly penetrated; it was impossible to see the nuns
inside eating supper. “Why didn’t you tell me he was dead? I
could have brought the Last Rites anyway.” Leon smiled. “It
wasn’t necessary, Father.” The priest stared down at his scuffed
brown loafers and the worn hem of his cassock. “For a Christian
burial it was necessary.”
His voice was distant, and Leon thought that his blue eyes
looked tired. “It’s O.K., Father, we just want him to have plenty
of water.” The priest sank down in the green chair and picked
up a glossy missionary magazine. He turned the colored pages
full of lepers and pagans without looking at them. “You know I
can’t do that, Leon. There should have been the Last Rites and a
funeral Mass at the very least.” Leon put on his green cap and
pulled the flaps down over his ears. “It’s getting late, Father.
I’ve got to go.” When Leon opened the door Father Paul stood
up and said, “Wait.” He left the room and came back wearing a
long brown overcoat. He followed Leon out the door and across
the dim churchyard to the adobe steps in front of the church.
They both stooped to fit through the low adobe entrance. And
when they started down the hill to the graveyard only half of the
sun was visible above the mesa. The priest approached the grave
slowly, wondering how they had managed to dig into the frozen
ground, and then he remembered that this was New Mexico, and
saw the pile of cold loose sand beside the hole. The people
stood close to each other with little clouds of steam puffing
from their faces. The priest looked at them and saw a pile of
jackets, gloves, and scarves in the yellow, dry tumbleweeds that
grew in the graveyard. He looked at the red blanket, not sure
that Teofilo was so small, wondering if it wasn’t some perverse
Indian trick—something they did in March to ensure a good
harvest—wondering if maybe old Teofilo was actually at sheep
camp corralling the sheep for the night. But there he was, facing

14. into a cold dry wind and squinting at the last sunlight, ready to
bury a red wool blanket while the faces of the parishioners were
in shadow with the last warmth of the sun on their backs. His
fingers were stiff, and it took them a long time to twist the lid
off the holy water. Drops of water fell on the red blanket and
soaked into dark icy spots. He sprinkled the grave and the water
disappeared almost before it touched the dim, cold sand; it
reminded him of something—he tried to remember what it was,
because he thought if he could remember he might understand
this. He sprinkled more water; he shook the container until it
was empty, and the water fell through the light from sundown
like August rain that fell while the sun was still shining, almost
evaporating before it touched the wilted squash flowers. The
wind pulled at the priest’s brown Franciscan robe and swirled
away the corn meal and pollen that had been sprinkled on the
blanket. They lowered the bundle into the ground, and they
didn’t bother to untie the stiff pieces of new rope that were tied
around the ends of the blanket. The sun was gone, and over on
the highway the eastbound lane was full of headlights. The
priest walked away slowly. Leon watched him climb the hill,
and when he had disappeared within the tall, thick walls, Leon
turned to look up at the high blue mountains in the deep snow
that reflected a faint red light from the west. He felt good
because it was finished, and he was happy about the sprinkling
of the holy water, now the old man could send them big
thunderclouds for sure.