(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849 / Boston)

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.

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Love it. his poem helped me to understand more about how to write a proper poem.
I love listening to the contours and shapes and light and shadows at play in the hand of a master
A beautifully crafted poem... I enjoyed reading it and I like it as wel
Venturing into the heavens and himself results in brilliance.
Such a masterful write by Edgar Allan Poe👍👍👍
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