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One Of My Favorite Robert Frost Poems

The Road Not Taken
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.
Stephen1967 Stephen1967 46-50, M 7 Responses Feb 9, 2013

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Hi,Stephan,how are you! Yes.......this is a great poem........I love poetry,and do some poetry writing myself! Do you write poems! So,what does this poem,by Robert Frost......speak to you?

I love this poem as well. One of my favorites and it always makes me think.

I have this posted at my desk. Right next to Desiderata :)

I have always appreciated this poem. Every since I read it for the first time as a child. I related to it even then and said to myself, this is the kind of person I want to be like.

I like Robert Frost, though Emily Dickinson is my favorite poet. This poem is beautiful. I also love Stopping by Woods.

It's almost a toss up between this one and Stopping by the Woods for me
I haven't read much of Emily's work, but I know her poems are loved by a lot of people

I have a hardcovered book of her poems that was given me as a gift at graduation, I have almost worn it out and it now needs to be re-bound. My all-time favorite (which I shared here quite some time ago) is "Hope Is The Thing With Feathers".

I think "Stopping by the Woods" beats out "The Road Not Taken" for me be ause it reminds me of a good part of my childhood, when we lived out in "the woods". The nights, especially in winter were so still and beautiful.

thats what I like about poetry...it stirs emotions or memories inside you

Agreed!

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I had forgotten; thanks for bringing it back. This fills the mind with myriads of "what if"s and "except for the grace of God"s; choices made and nearly but not fully lapsed from memory, leading inexorably to here and now, and onward to uncertain destiny.

A classic...

Im soo missing Stephen! Sigh....