Wednesday, November 28, 2012

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 marked 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) 
photo, Silkeborg, November 2008: gb 


Gerry Snape said...

favourite favourite poem of all times! and yesterday as the gardener raked up the leaves both fresh and black as well I thought about this lovely tender poem and how it touches the heart so tellingly.
thankyou Gretel!

Thyra said...

Hello Gerry, I'm always very glad when it's a favorite poem to someone. It's funny that you were thinking of it yesterday.

Hope all is well at home.

Grethe ´)

Cait O'Connor said...

One of my favourites

Thyra said...

Hej Cait O'Connor, thank you very much
Have a nice Sunday!
Grethe ´)