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.
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Levi Carter
9yI absolutely love this poem. I remember reading this poem many year ago.
Asmita Bagul Merukar
9yThis my most favourite poem
Andy Cash
9yWhat a great poem
J Ann Crowder
9yDefinitely an all time favorite!!!
Siobhan H Aston
9yWe can all relate to this feeling, the road not travelled is the one that I think often haunts us
Eleanor Chapman Drake
9ySuch a beautiful poem- looking back at crossroads and wondering what would have happened if we had taken the other path
Mercedes Dembo
8yIt's about making choices in the different paths of life. He thinks of the options that would have involved taking the other road. He is aware of the difference that this choice and the one not chosen will be repeated in the causal chain of his life. He experiences this feeling as a slight sense of loss,