Monday Poem: “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost

The Monday Poem

This is one poem most people will probably be familiar with. Since the first time I read it, I’ve really enjoyed it, and it occasionally resurfaces in my head whenever I have an important decision to make.

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.

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What I like about the poem is that it’s so vivid: Frost clearly evokes a dense, green wood, the meeting of two paths, and gives weight to a seemingly trivial decision without needing to be too obvious about it. And, I have to admit, I love the rhythm of this piece. The rhyme scheme is beautifully done. A charming poem.

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