Sunday, August 19, 2012

The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost
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.
I love this picture!
On a side note, this has to be my most favorite poem ever.  I never get tired of reading it, and every time I do, it is like I am standing in that yellowed wood.   Up ahead of that road is my big red barn and I can hear the rooster crowing in the distance. 

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