Wednesday, January 2, 2013

The Road Not Taken


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.


  1. Reading this poem always leaves me with a bitter sweet feeling. It was one of my dad's favorites and my younger brother read it at his funeral in May 2012.

    Thank you for reminding me to think for a moment about my dad.

    1. Your Dad obviously had good taste! It is one of my favorites as well.

    2. I'm so sorry for the loss of your Dad. :(

  2. I have always loved that poem. I remember Robert Frost reading that when President Kennedy was sworn in-that shows my age.

    1. This is one of my favorites as well.