Monday, August 12, 2013

Poetic Reverie

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 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. 


Brian Joseph said...

This poem is worthy of its fame.

I too am not someone who regrets much. As a result, a lot of the emotion expressed in this work did not really connect for me. As I get older, though still not full of reservations about my past, I Get" the underlying thought and feeling of this poem more and more.

James said...

Frost's poems have a way of connecting with the reader in a visceral sense. Thanks for sharing your thoughts.

Amy said...

I sometimes do this wistful wondering how my life would have played out had I gone a different way all those years ago. But it's not a regretful wondering, and like the voice in the poem, I'm not unhappy with my choice. (I love this poem!)

James said...

Thanks for your comment. It is a wonderful poem.