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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; 5 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, 10
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. 15 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. 20
I like this poem because I read it when I was young and I didn’t know what it meant and I didn’t ask anybody because I wanted to figure it out myself because my friends said that I have always depended on other people for things so now I wanted to prove them wrong.
The Road Not Taken The Road Not Taken by: Robert
Written by:Robert Frost
