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The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost 1874 (San Francisco) – 1963 (Boston)

Nature

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 marked 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. Rate this poem:(3.00 / 157 votes)

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Robert Frost

Robert Lee Frost was an American poet. His work was initially published in England before it was published in the United States. more…

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MoonFlowers
I liked how the website was before. This is hard to navigate and it doesn’t feel like it’s meant for just anyone to share their poetry. Before it felt more open to anyone to share. Also how am I supposed to find poems that I don’t already know the name of? more »
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- acronimous
  We do appreciate your feedback -- this is only version 1.0 of the new Poetry.com, and we'll certainly do our best to improve it on next versions. In regards to the searching for poems without knowing their title, we also provide the option to search by poet name or within the poem content by keywords. more »
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Can't fault Kipling, reading him is like drinking spring water!
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