Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Wednesday Morning Poetry Break

I know you read this one in high school, and that's probably kind of a shame. Robert Frost's poems often have a lot of depth, which we miss when young.

Please indulge me and give this classic another try. I'll bet it's been 25 years since you last read it, and you might find some relevance today that you could not fathom at 17.

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

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