Robert Frost: The Road Not Taken (1912)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
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.
I love that poem and the picture definitely does go well with it.
ReplyDelete"No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. No surprise in the writer, no surprise in the reader." Robert Frost
V I'm so glad you are blogging! What a great shot!
ReplyDeleteHey Velma! I love this poem. Robert Frost is amazing. So sad to hear you won't be podcasting until September, but I'll be faithfully reading your blog til then!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful picture, it goes very nicely with the poem!
ReplyDeleteOne of my favourite poems, and Ireland is easily my favourite place in the world. My mother's family is from Cork - it's unbelievably beautiful. Where is that photo from? Looks gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteI can never decide if I find that poem wistfully sad or hopefully relieved. When I was an English teacher, I asked my classes all the time - they couldn't decide either! Ultimately, I think not being able to pursue two paths at once is a wistful thing (even if you manage to be extremely eclectic in your spiritual path, like me *grin* - it's still a path, and of necessity precludes others).
Such a wonderful picture and such a wonderful poem. Thank you for posting this! ~Maeve
ReplyDelete