English Poems Index The Road Not Taken : Two roads diverged in a
yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one
traveller, 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 travelled by, And that has made all the
difference. About The Poet : Born in San Francisco, Frost spent
most of his adult life in rural New England and his laconic
language and emphasis on individualism in his poetry reflect
this region. He attended Dartmouth and Harvard but never earned
a degree and as a