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.
This poem can be found in the volume The Poetry of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged.
Think about what the poem made you feel. Does it make you recall a previous path you have taken? Does it make you curious about an upcoming fork yet to come?
May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you tomorrow.