25 January 2010

One of my favorite poems...

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.


GoodTimes said...

Isn't that such a great poem? I think Robert Frost is Canadian too ;) Makes me think of how at ladies bible study this AM we spoke of the sovereignty of God. So though you chose the road less travelled by, He ordained it should be so and therefore never look back with feelings of what if... because you are here now, and that is what is!

Just some thoughts that make me go "Hmmm"

Love you and miss you and wish you could come to visit!

Debbi said...

Happy, Happy Birthday, Marie!
~ Elizabeth's Mom

Ri said...

Bernice, that's kind of how I've always thought of this poem, in that light, which gives it a lot more meaning than simple coincidence or randomness.

Debbi, thanks!