The Road Not Taken

This was my mother’s favorite poem. Ir has become one of my favorites as well.

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, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that 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 onto 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 (1916)

This is the 103rd anniversary of Robert Frost’s famous poem and I wanted to post it here as a reminder to all to consider the road less traveled by. For me it has indeed made all the difference.

The road above is the “old road” from Tret to San Felice, Trento Province, Italy.

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