Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
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 took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference!
Robert Frost (1874–1963) was an American poet who incorporated scenes from rural new England life in his poetry to portray complex issues, exploring philosophical and social themes. Frost received four Pulitzer Prizes. He is buried in Vermont. Perhaps this is fitting for a poet who showed such an obvious sensitivity to his surroundings.
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 took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference!
Robert Frost (1874–1963) was an American poet who incorporated scenes from rural new England life in his poetry to portray complex issues, exploring philosophical and social themes. Frost received four Pulitzer Prizes. He is buried in Vermont. Perhaps this is fitting for a poet who showed such an obvious sensitivity to his surroundings.
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