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Sunday, March 20, 2011
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.