Thursday, September 11, 2014

Post 1- Ben G

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost

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.


The Poetry Foundation,
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173536

This poem speaks to me on a level akin to the wind on a freezing cold winter's morning: haunting, regret inducing. The road not taken- what could have changed, had I done Y, instead of X?



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