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.


a little more sweetness...

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  1. Oct 30-2010 , 08:14AM
    I never never never never tire of that Frost. Never.

    And that photo you chose is a perfect match. It took my breath away.

    As your space always seems to do...
  2. Oct 30-2010 , 11:04PM
    wow i love this!
  3. Oct 31-2010 , 11:18AM
    OMG I miss you and having coffee in your big big bed. I love you so much for putting this photo up... XXX
  4. Oct 31-2010 , 11:23AM
    miss you too my beautiful muse...xoxo
  5. Nov 01-2010 , 09:51AM
    Absolutely love the combination of image and poetry....perfect, Elizabeth.
  6. Nov 04-2010 , 02:37AM
    this is also one of my favourite poem! And it's a perfect one to go with that picture~!