12 March 2008

Two roads diverge

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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

(Poem chosen to fit photo. Photo not taken with poem in mind)


Robyn said...

Lovely! And how did you know that Robert Frost is my favorite! Thanks for that! It really made my deary day brighter!

Suzanne said...

Probably my favorite poem in the whole world. My other is also a Robert Frost poem. Can you guess which one? Probably. I'm terribly uncomplicated. When I used to see my psychologist in L.A., I started the conversation with, "Well, this is going to be easy because I don't have a lot of hidden secrets or hang ups." He started to laugh and never stopped. I was there to talk to him about chronic pain, nothing else. Why? Because there was nothing else!!! :) We had a blast and he remains a dear friend.

When all my sisters had kids, I told my youngest sister I didn't because I took the "road less traveled." She didn't appreciate that.


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