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.
5 comments:
I tried so fucking hard to take the road everyone takes and mother nature just wouldn't let me. It's a great poem and you are a special person Annush, I can see that now more than ever.
It's too bad that you've gotten too old and set in your ways to change your life. :p Well, whatever road you've taken, it's brought you here for my amusement, so it can't be all bad.
just make sure you carry a machete
Uh oh. That doesn't sound good.
Ooooh that's my favorite Robert Frost poem ever!!! dude, if you took the wrong road, just sit back and enjoy the scenery...hehehe!!!
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