Sunday, November 7, 2010

The Road Not Taken...

I absolutely adore this poem by Robert Frost. He's been one of my favorite poets for as long as I have known what poetry was; and for my 200th post (!!) I decided that while I'm fantastic, wonderful and amazing, Robert's words describe how I feel much better then I could. So without further ado:
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. 


Baby Sister said...

I love that poem. Thanks for sharing. :)

Annette said...

That poem reminds me of AP English with Mrs. Shelton. I love how profound and simple the last line of the poem is, "And that has made all the difference."

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