The Road Not Taken

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.

by Robert Frost

Comments (8)

Dawn, the most beautiful moments of nature...... thank u for ths poem. tony
Artistically written, nice poem by this legend
Out, onto love’s hues Oh love, of loving actions by men sovereign, put into symbolism, by men grown of loving, love on worldly placards, people to see, framed love concepts, people's wonder. From the line, D. Ellymeu
WCW is not new to me But Giorgio Veneto, who is he I searched the annal of poetry And his name I could not see. Gee I hope that's poetic enough!
Compared to thee, oh William, the unknown Greek poets are all supposed to be candidates for the Noble Prize. This write is not a poem.
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