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.
-Robert Frost, 1916
Do they still teach or, even read poetry in schools?
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ReplyDeleteI had been wondering that too.....so many poems, and when you mention them to kids today - it doesn't seem like it.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem! :)
(sorry, I had an error in the last post above)
One of my favs too. Today's weather just sort of reminded me of it, though it's snow I am watching out the window.
ReplyDeleteRereading that poem now in my life strikes me much harder and deeper than when I first read it some decades ago.
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