“This poem is really important when we think about symbolism,” said middle school English teacher Mattie Reynolds to her sixth-grade class, as the red wheelbarrow, oblivious to its status as a household name, just sat in a field on a far-away farm. “William Carlos Williams relies heavily on images—showing, not telling.”

“What does the rainwater signify?” Reynolds asked her class while farmers filled the unknowing red wheelbarrow with recently-harvested garlic bulbs. “Any thoughts? Maybe purity?”

At press time, two roads diverging in a yellow wood were really letting their success go to their heads.