The Road Not Taken

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.

Way leads to way and few go back, though some do try. The path, if found, is generally unrecognizable.

Robert Frost is a poet whose works I appreciate. His line, “Good fences make good neighbors,” from “Mending Wall” is oft quoted, but he is not usually given credit.


  1. An excellent poem for a September morning such as the one I'm now experiencing.

    1. I hope you are having a beautiful day there. It is raining here and gloomy, but we need the rain.

      Many people talk about the road they did not take and what they should have done. That makes for a bitter journey. The road we take provides our opportunities. What we do with those opportunities is what counts. We need never look back.

  2. Parsing "I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference" has made for some interesting discussions. Seems my interpretation differs wildly from the expected.

    I am with you. Looking backward with regret is a sad a bitter journey. I don't do it.

    1. Interpret here and we can all benefit from your wisdom.

  3. In high school English class we were asked to interpret "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening." I interpreted the woods as a metaphor for death. She told me that the poem was simply a beautiful poem about snow in the woods. Perhaps she was right. If so, why did she make us think so hard?

    1. No kudos for your creativeness? I always thought teachers chose poems with obscure meanings so they could give low grades to those who have little imagination.