Friday, February 04, 2011

Poetry Friday: The Road Not Taken

What choices have "made all the difference?" Who knows? When I was choosing my path, "both that morning equally lay." I thought I might come back, but you never do.

The Road Not Taken
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.

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4 comments:

Tara said...

An all time favorite!

Mary Lee said...

I'm taking a minute to remember the roads and the branches in the past, and to think about the road ahead of me and the possible branches that await...

Amy L V said...

Every day these paths lay before us, and each small choice matters so dearly. It felt good to read this poem today, reflecting where I now sit and new decisions everywhere.

Matsu said...

I must say, this is one of my most favorite poems! Thanks for posting it!