ROBERT FROST'S POEM: "THE ROAD NOT TAKEN"

ROBERT FROST’S POEM: “THE ROAD NOT TAKEN”

CONTENTS • BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD


Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919.



Robert Frost. 1875–



67. 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 marked 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.


There is nothing about this poem that I don't love for Frost says it all.
We determine which roads we take.
*When this poem was published in Bartelys.com, Robert Frost was living.