Friday, July 20, 2018

The Road Not Taken

Candy Rose in her new hippie jean skirt reading "Gone With the Wind".



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.

3 comments:

Kelly said...

A classic that can be enjoyed over and over. But then, that's one of the main draws of poetry for me... that I can enjoy it repeatedly (unlike my adamance about refusing re-read novels).

Try to stay cool, Marion.

Snowbrush said...

This is one of the poems that I know, but I never understood it in that it depicts the road less traveled as more desirable, but he also says that the two roads are "about the same," which, to me, takes from his choice most of its interest.

Marion said...

Thanks, Kelly. It's 81 this morning! A cold snap! so

Snow, think philosophical musing. Everyone probably has a moment like this one in their lives! Good to see you, my Oregon pal. xo