Friday 9 September 2011

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.


Bokomaten said...

Tack=) Läser på tok för få dikter nu för tiden och Frost är ju verkligen väl värd att läsa. Och perfekt höstromantik. Ska ge mig ut i skogen imorgon.=)

enligt O said...

Det här är en av mina absoluta favoritdikter!

Fia said...

Well, you're welcome! Jag älskar Robert Frost själv med. (Om ni inte lyckades lista ut det ;)

Har heller inte mycket annat att skriva för tillfället, håller på med en bok som jag aldrig blir färdig med. Men snart!