Blog PostsFriends | BlogRobert 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. What I love about this poem, is the common misinterpretation that this is a happy poem. It's really a dual meaning, good or bad as applied. I posted this for a reason, and it's my feelings on the choice i recently had to make, if someone reads it, they will understand... |