Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The Road Not Taken


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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


--Robert Frost

4 comments:

  1. This is one of my most favorite poems of all time! YAY!

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  2. A wonderful poem which I thoroughly enjoyed reading. keep up the good work.

    Take care.

    Yvonne

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  3. Very nice poem and thank you for coming by.

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