a favorite first

February 28, 2012

I can recall exactly where I was while reading this poem at about the age of twelve. The rhythm of it captured my emotions in a new way, as I grasped an early sense of its deeper meaning. I felt its sadness, but also its hope.

So many times since then, when faced with major life decisions, I return to the vibrant word pictures of this poem…

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 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.

Thanks to The Poetry Foundation: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173536

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4 Responses to “a favorite first”

  1. Kendall Says:

    thanks for sharing, very comforting sometimes to be reminded of things that give us comfort as a child.

  2. Amy Ostertag Says:

    Love it..rings true after all these years!

  3. Justin Kirby Says:

    One of my favorites too. Frost is gonna last a long time.


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