23 September 2011

The Road Not Taken - 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;
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Something about this piece of writing
that tugs at my heart, 
I am not sure why, 
perhaps it is the road that I am travelling by
Nothing seems too smooth but the view is fine,
The path underfoot seems sure and flat
Even behind doesn't seem to be looking back.


Anonymous said...

It speaks to the traveler in all our hearts doesn't it?
thanks for the share, haven't seen in a long time...

Relax Max said...

I love Frost. Next to Sandburg he is my favorite American poet. I even named one of my blogs after this poem one time. Hope you are dong well.