The "'Road Less Traveled" ~ "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 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.
"The Road Not Taken" is a poem by Robert Frost, published in 1916 as the first poem in the collection 'Mountain Interval'.
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Read MoreTwo 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.
"The Road Not Taken" is a poem by Robert Frost, published in 1916 as the first poem in the collection 'Mountain Interval'.
PRINTS AVAILABLE: 8 x 10 | 16 x 24 | 20 x 30
FINISHES: Lustre | Glossy | Watercolor
Judy Davis
on November 25, 2014I travel this road as well. My thoughts begin with the roots. Each branching out beneath the surface, as if to be a mere after thought. Trying to keep the harmony of nature in its own right. What we experience depends on the perspective. The beauty of any road is subject to the person's life in that momont. I am here in the now and I will be here another time. Thank you for sharing your gift today.