Robert Frost "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;
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 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 feet 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.
in leaves no feet 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 travelled by,
and that has made all the difference
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference
This is probably one of the first poems I ever read as a teenager. I remember how it spoke to me as a girl who felt unpopular and different. Thank you for bringing it to mind again.
ReplyDeleteRobert Frost has always been a dear poet and my favorite of his was 'Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening'...simply exquisite like this one you have. Thanks for the treat.
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~Kelvin
My dad would read this as a bedtime story when I was little. I've always loved it.
ReplyDeletesorry I could not travel both
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