Poetry Sunday: The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
I know I have featured this poem here before, but it has been several years ago, so maybe I can be forgiven for putting it out there once again. It is one of Robert Frost's most famous poems. It is a poem that anyone who has ever had to choose between courses of action in life - in other words, everyone - can easily relate to. What to do when faced with two choices each of which seems "just as fair" as the other? How does one choose? And will we at some point in the future recall those "two roads" and wonder if we traveled the right one?
The Road Not Taken
by Robert FrostTwo 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.