Sunday, October 13, 2013

Poetry for your Sunday vol. 5

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;        5
 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,        10
 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.        15
 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.        20 
-Robert Frost

This is a total cliche I know, but I think it's because I hear this poem so much in the fall that I've been thinking about it so much this past week.

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