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 feet 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
Thursday, May 15, 2008
One of my favorites...
A recent conversation I had with Deb reminded me of one of my favorite pieces of poetry. Mr. Robert Frost, who inhabited my neck o' the woods for much of his life, wrote this little piece that I draw much inspiration from: