The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

- by Robert Frost







Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one　　　 traveler, long 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.




(2008.11.01)