
by Robert Frost
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.
Love and Blessings,
Antonia
January 8th, 2010 at 9:12 pm
Always one of my favorite poems!
January 9th, 2010 at 9:23 am
Welcome, Ilona! Yes, mine as well!
Bessings,
Antonia
January 9th, 2010 at 7:28 pm
Oh, Antonia, yes you did! Congratulations on the Road Less Taken! I can’t wait to hear
where it leads! Proud of you! Much love, Mom xoxo
January 11th, 2010 at 12:03 pm
Awwww! Yes, I did, indeed!
*giggle*
Thanks so much, mom!
Love you,
Antonia
xoxox
January 11th, 2010 at 4:12 pm
Thank you for the poem break:)
January 12th, 2010 at 8:59 am
Welcome, organicseyes! Thank you for the visit and comment!
Blessings,
Antonia