Wednesday, August 7, 2013

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;

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.

Robert Frost (1874–1963)


Andrew Thomson said...

Oh, that poem brings back memories - bad memories ;)

Every year at our end of year assembly our high school headmaster would read it out and a gym full of kids would be nodding off.

Now that I'm a little more mature - just a little - I do actually appreciate the poem a bit more...

Joe said...

That is my absolute favorite poem of all time and on the verge of heading back to the classroom for my 31st year on the teacher's side of the big desk it was well timed for me to read it now. I think about it often when I'm on the scooter and come to a fork in the road, as I do when I'm confronted with choices that I'd sometimes rather not have to make.

- Joe at Scootin' da Valley

Jim DeLuca said...

I first read this poem 45 years ago,just as began riding.It resides in my memories. I was lucky enough to fine a wooden plaque with the last stanza on it.It resides on a special spot on the wall of my motorcycle garage.

Kate said...

Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run, there's still time to change the road you're on.