(August 16, 1926 — May 23, 1971 / Phoenix, Arizona)

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

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I Saw Myself as a title also makes me think of Song of Myself. Gather in that ring of bone. You could be anywhere.
I really enjoyed this poem.Depth in meaning.
To get the background on this poem, check out Lew's astonishing Letters (Volume 1) from Grey Fox Press. At the time, Welch had found a cabin and isolated himself from friends and family in order to come home to the planet. All of the Hermit Poems, of which this is the culmination, are amazing feats of simplicity and resonance. I highly recommend you read them all in Ring of Bone, his collected poems.