the road not taken….


The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost 1874–1963

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.


1 thought on “the road not taken….

  1. thank you. my favorite poem ever, needed this today and realize that as i have aged, i am going thru the stanzas. It’s been so long that i am now at the “somewhere ages and ages hence” —when i first loved this i was still choosing the path!

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