My Favorite

 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.

-robert frost

I love this poem. when I was 12 i had to memorize it for school. I don't think i knew then what it really meant. now years later, i still know it off by heart, and understand it , wishing i would have taken the road not taken......
hartleybroken hartleybroken
22-25, F
7 Responses Jul 23, 2010

It is a pleasant poem--but I agree with JustScott (and Buddha, and the Arthurian legends)--only following your own path, indeed through the darkest pathless places--will take you anyplace worth being. ;)<br />
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My favorite Frost experience occurred one autumn, standing over his grave, in the Old First Church graveyard in Bennington, VT.<br />
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I was in the area on other business, but wanted to pay my respects. I thought of getting flowers, but it was late, I had a lot of driving ahead of me, and I wasn't familiar with the area (i.e. didn't know where to find any flowers).<br />
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When I got to the grave, I was pleasantly surprised to find it awash in the fallen golden leaves of a nearby maple.<br />
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By happenchance I knew one of his smaller poems, "Nothing Gold Can Stay," by heart. It fit perfectly, both in theme and in recognizance of his talent.<br />
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A graveside recitation of it became my homage:<br />
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Nothing Gold Can Stay<br />
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Nature's first green is gold, <br />
Her hardest hue to hold. <br />
Her early leaf's a flower; <br />
But only so an hour. <br />
Then leaf subsides to leaf. <br />
So Eden sank to grief, <br />
So dawn goes down to day. <br />
Nothing gold can stay.<br />
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It works for something, every once in awhile. ;)


myth, I kinda thought you would :)

-I am right now making a hard path for myself, hard to push forward. I have made some not so great choices as of late but every day is new, so I hope that its all worth it in the end. :)

That's great Hartley..It's a lot harder, but it's worth it. The path you make yourself is the only one that will ever take you, where you want to be. *SMILE*

hey scott, not a frost fan? - as far as making my own path, working on it. :) *SMILING*

Hey Hartley, Good poem but..never been a frost fan..You need to not concentrate on the path you didn't take..nor concentrate on the one you have been walking..Try this..Make your own path. *smile*