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07 March 2008

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

I read this poem as a kid, and didn't much think about it again until someone older and much more successful than me made me look twice.

That happened over a year ago and I haven't revisited it until now. It's odd how the poem seems different, but more applicable, the older I get.

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 comment:

Anonymous said...

the key is that frost makes no judgment call. it's neither good nor bad -- just different.