The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost

[conuly]

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.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44272/the-road-not-taken

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/articles/89511/robert-frost-the-road-not-taken

Comments

[senmut]

One of my favorite poets, and one of my favorite poems.

[conuly]

It was the poem of the day a couple of days ago, and who am I to argue with the poem of the day?

[captainsblog]

Me, thinking to myself just now: Whenever I hear a line from this poem, I'm reminded of this ancient Doonesbury panel:



Me, even now-er, googling "Doonesbury pool hall" to find the panel and discovering the best image result for it was from a LiveJournal post from ten years ago.

In a comment.

By me.

[conuly]

Is it necessary for me to point out that those are two different poems?

Though, to my mind, the best one he wrote was The Mending Wall.

[adafrog]

Thanks.

[smokingboot]

Love this poem!