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.
It is a great poem by Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963). He was an American brilliant poet who wrote many wonderful poems in his life time. Even though it has been many years since he passed away, his poems still lives among us.
I like his poem “The Road Not Taken” very much. It was published in 1916 in his collection Mountain Interval and it was the first poem in the volume. I feel a bit sadness everytime I read this poem, especially in the part: “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. “
It makes me think about the choices I have made and roads I have taken in the past, and I wonder if “I took the one less travelled by”.
Through the past 18 years, life has made me stronger and braver then ever. It thought me so much things that I will never learn from books. And everytime I read this poem I tell my self that I am brave and capable of taking the road less travelled by, and I am ready to make a difference in my life.
