This week I will be posting twice on Sunday. The first post will be a poem from one of my very favorite poets, Robert Frost. Frost has a unique style to his poetry. So much so that quite often when I hear one of his poems for the first time I am able to identify it before I find out the author. I think it is perhaps his use of nature and observation of things that make me truly enjoy his poetry; though it must be stated he does have a philosophical side as well that entices me to read his works. The poem I will share with you today you may have read many times over and if so, please enjoy it again. No matter how often I come across it, I still get the same pleasure from it.
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.
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