Sunday, January 02, 2011

"the road not taken"

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
Mountain Journal
1916

4 comments:

Jan said...

I love this poem.

Catherine said...

Yes, me too. I feel I am about to take a road less traveled by...just something in my bones.

Terri said...

I too love this poem...and am thinking a lot about the fork in the road and which path to travel...

Terri said...

and prayers for you as you travel on...