THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Robert Frost
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.
2 comments:
Great poem:))
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."
It really does make all the difference...
Hope we choose the right path.:)
Me too :)! Really helps reciting these lines in one's head...Robert Frost definitely knew the difference :))). It is something you feel...and I certainly do hope that we shall follow when our feet urge us to take the path that's meant to be our own...regardless of tripping weeds or looming shadows guarding the way. :)
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