- 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.
3 comments:
ha ha! I was reading this and the 'Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening' yesterday! Creepy. :D These two are my favourite Frosts. Have you ever read the commentary on this one?
miles to go before I can sleep....
what commentary??
Yup, miles to go before I sleep. :D
Er. I read commentary in a book, (I read up a lot about the circumstances of the author when they write something etc. It helps me understand the author. And soemtimes is a fresh light on the work as well) but... http://frost.freehosting.net/ is close enough, I guess. Not all that detailed, of course.
This was the story I was talking about, to be specific. WRT the Road Not Taken.
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