When I was a senior in h.s. our choir sang this poem as a song for graduation. I've always liked it.
The Road Not Taken
by Robert 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.
Somehow, at this time of year, past choices are calling me.
3 comments:
sapphira is amazing!! she did it all in three hours, and her hands don't get tired, cause she has been doing it since she was young. most of the women here have wicked awesome braiding skills!! how are you doing?!
I've always loved this poem. Thank you for reminding me of it.
i memorized this poem a couple years ago because i loved it, and for some reason i memorized it by speaking outloud in a british accent...
so now in order to recite it i sound like some ridiculous, affected, trying-to-be-british person.
LOVE THE POEM!!!
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