2 March 2008

Thank You Mr. Frost

Since posting earlier this evening, Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken has been going through my head. I think that it summarizes how I've been feeling lately.

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 on as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took 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 now was leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling with this 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. 

We are so blessed to have poets that can write down what we feel in our hearts. 


  1. I agree; it's a talent I will never understand because it is so beyond my own, but poetry can capture such emotions and experiences for the rest of us. Thanks for sharing this, this morning.

  2. I like this poem.