Friday, October 11, 2013

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.


Robert Frost

  
 
 





4 comments:

Lynn Kessler said...

Love this poem; so does Brent, or he did once at least. Gorgeous shot!

Eric said...

Thanks, Lynn. My favorite Robert Frost poem is' "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening". Tell Brent I said hey.

Imagesmith said...

Wonderful!

Eric said...

Thanks, Tom.