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, 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 both about the same.
Both that morning equally lay,
In leaves no foot had trodden black,
I kept the other for another day,
Yet, knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh,
Somewhere ages, and ages hence,
Two roads diverged in the wood and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
This is part of my bardic, poetry memorization idea. I struggled with this poem, because while I like the idea — I’m also a take-the-path-less traveled kind of guy — my affection for the poem decreased with repitition. (I get critical of rhymes like ‘hence’ and ‘difference’). When I think of how much meaning I got out of Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night, each line encouraging me to live, well, this poem seemed to hold less at the end.
Recently, I’ve been getting good mileage out The Adventures of Isabel, and will be looking for similar poems that I can share with my kids.
The other poems I’m memorizing can be found here.