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Friday, January 9, 2015

Poetry Fridays: The Road Not Taken by 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.

Author Notes

In a 1926 letter to Cristine Yates of Dickson, Tennessee, asking about the line "I shall be telling this with a sigh" Frost wrote, "It was my rather private jest at the expense of those who might think I would yet live to be sorry for the way I had taken in life."
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