Wednesday, October 27, 2010

"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost

This is the perfect poem for right now. I showed it to K this morning and he really liked it. Years from now, I want to be able say those last lines with great conviction.

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost (1874–1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920

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 got the poem here.

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