Thursday, March 18, 2010

The Road Not Taken


I've always loved paths.

Do you love them, too?

Usually my choices are different than others, and only in the last few years have appreciated the fact that I'm not like most people. I almost always prefer a path that's different. And what used to make me feel weird now seems comfortable somehow.

Perhaps that's why I resonate with this poem. Is it one of your favorites? What poems to you like best?


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, 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 ever 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.