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.
Robert Frost
2 comments:
Where are you traveling right now?
I've loved this poem ever since one of the most inspring teachers I've ever had showed it to me. "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference." Hope I can say that one day I took the one that was right for me, whether it be less traveled, more traveled, never traveled, anything...and that it has made all the difference.
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