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.