Whose words are these I think I know
His house is in the village though
He will not see me stopping here
To interpret his work as I go

My little student must think it queer
To read without some context near
Between the words and the intent
He wonders what the poem meant

He gives his head a little shake
To ask if there is some mistake
“That’s not what the author said!”
Providing another view instead

The words are lovely, dark, and deep
But I have literary criticism to preach
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep

---

Seriously though, try reading The Road Not Taken as metacircular commentary on how the poem is very often “mis”interpreted, and the nature of interpretation / Death of the Author. It fits perfectly when you read “road” as “interpretation”.

(Yes, I know, the parody above is not based on The Road Not Taken but instead a different Frost poem. I was originally going to modify The Road Not Taken but realized all I had to do was change a few words to get there, which was no fun at all)