When it comes to poetry, it’s hard to go wrong with Robert Frost. I’ve enjoyed his work for many years, and this poem is one of his most popular. Enjoy your Saturday!
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.
More by Robert Frost:
- The Road Not Taken: A Selection of Robert Frost’s Poems
- A Boy’s Will (1884)
- Early Poems (Penguin Twentieth-Century Classics)