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
For another woodland poem, look up "The Way Through The Woods" by Rudyard Kipling. I'd be fascinated to see how you chose to illustrate it!
ReplyDeleteI love Robert Frost. He's one of my favorites. This and "Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening" are two of my favorite poems in the whole world. Looks as though we share yet another interest! Loved this so much. Thanks for sharing :))
ReplyDeletethanks I enjoyed this poem, will follow up on the ones mentioned by Starr and Rachel too
ReplyDeleteI do like the R L Stevenson quote at the top too - it is very positive for the New year.
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