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.
I have read many many poems in my lifetime yet this one dear Songo has a place deep in my soul. There is a mystical meaning that has stayed with me always.
ReplyDeleteAnd I so needed to read this one more time these last few weeks. Thank you.
You are welcome dear Janice, I hope that my humble post of a Great Poem to be source of inspiration for other readers.
ReplyDeleteAll the best to you