Saturday, January 3, 2009
Robert Frost
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry that 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 I 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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This is one of my favourite poems! I almost named my blog after it when I started out. I bought a book of Robert Frost's poetry recently, but haven't delved in yet. Thanks for sharing it!
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