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.
~ Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
22 comments:
One of my favorite poems, Jo... This one has so much DEEP meaning in it... I love it. Great picture also.
Hugs,
Betsy
Lovely photo and alluring road!
This is one of my all time favorite poems. Taking the road less taken does make all the difference.
Hugs!
I just found your blog yesterday and LOVE it. Your pictures and words are just lovely. I too and a transplanted Brit, now residing in Austin, Texas.
This poem has passed through my mind in so many instances in my life--Some of the roads I've taken were not the easy ones, but they really did make a difference! Thanks for posting this today!!
Thanks for stopping by my place. I love the poem. The roads less traveled are the ones I prefer! Your pictures are just lovely.
When I was young, thousands of years ago, I didn't understand this poem. Today I love it and I too will take the road less traveled. It is the best thing to do.
Beautiful. You always pick the perfect picture to go with your post, too. :)
I've always liked that piece a lot.
One of my favorite all-time poems...I was made to memorize it in school, and can remember parts of it that way, but I really love it...more and more as I get older...
I had to memorize that poem (and his Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Eve) when I was in 5th grade. It has stayed with me.
I have always wondered about "I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:"
Was his sign one of contentment or regret?
I too have always chosen the less traveled path. And am content.
This is my favorite poem...I have had a framed copy of it sitting on my desk for years. It speaks so closely to my life and makes me think before I make choices.
Magical scene ... wonderful poem :o)
What a lovely poem,one I have not come across before.I read it several times,loved it.
When I was in high school I was a member of the dance club and we gave a performance to the words of that poem. It has always been a favorite of mine. Thank you for posting it today! Have a great weekend!!
Love,
Susan and Bentley
xxoo
Hello Jo!
You have posted one of my all time favorite poems :) Just lovely!
Wanted to let you know that I am having a giveaway to the new Titanic Museum in Pigeon Forge, Tn!
I thought you may want to enter and also spread the word, since you have Tn followers!
I am secretly hoping someone from Nashville wins. Maybe a break and a little bright spot for some family going through such a hard time.
Hope to see you on my front porch!
have a wonderful day!
xo, misha
thatold trowel on the side of the building is a wonderful style statement...I will try it!!!
that looks an eerie path with the shadows and the fog
Good morning Jo, this is one of my favorites and I love the photo. Thank you!
It doesn't get any better than this poem. Guess that is why it is a classic!
Really like the purple iris on your sidebar. Very nice.
I've missed new posts. Hope all is well!
Hugs!
Your photograph is out of this world!
What time of day did you take it?
Anyway, it is outstanding.
The poem is one of my favorites, thank you for giving me the opportunity to read it again.
Hello Brit! So glad I happened on to your beautiful blog today. This photo of the stone wall just jumped out at me. That's one of my favorite things about England. I hope the art of the dry stone wall does not die out. Must dash, my kettle is whistling.
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