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.
-Robert Frost
3 comments:
Sarah Mae,
Thank you so much for your comment. Cavan's name is pronounced like Gavin with a C.
And you post has spoken to me so much this morning. This is like the answer to my question to God. Thank you.
Life changing events are what make us such strong people and mold us to who we are. As painful as some have been I wouldn't change a thing.
This is my favorite poem! I have always loved it. I like to think that the road less traveled by is the same as Matthew 7:14 - "Because narrow is the gate and difficult is the way which leads to life, and there are few who find it."
Thanks for your posts on wisdom!
I was attempting to copy that yummy looking recipe and I copied quite a lot of the blog that I had not yet visited. And I found your reflections on "Two roads"
Mine, which was yesterday, before I found your site, came out of the line, way leads into way as I had been wandering from blog to blog...
I got a little distracted once I began to write. I love that poem.
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