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.
the road not taken could very well be the hershey highway.
to michael Montgomery: the Highway you mention is a nice road to travel, you may enjoy going in that direction
Robert Frost had a remarkable way of turning simple moments into profound reflections on life. Every time I revisit his poetry, I discover a new perspective. Which of his poems has stayed with you the longest, and why?
One of my favorite poems about choice and possibility. Do you think the speaker truly believes the 'less traveled' road made the difference, or is he looking back and giving meaning to his decision?
One of the best poems of great poet Robert frost which is ever green and friendly to humanity and nature itself. I think every pormlover will like it and repeat the reading.
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