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 LV 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!