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"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 ware
though as for that the passing there
had worn them really about the same
and both tat 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 shal 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 it has made all the difference."
~Robert Frost
I love this poem and I take it to heart every time i am faced with a tough decision to make. To have a picture that reminds me of this poem instantly is a wonderful thing. Now whenever I think of this poem, I will think of this picture as though it is one of the paths that I am looking down and must choose to take.
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 ware
though as for that the passing there
had worn them really about the same
and both tat 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 shal 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 it has made all the difference."
~Robert Frost
I love this poem and I take it to heart every time i am faced with a tough decision to make. To have a picture that reminds me of this poem instantly is a wonderful thing. Now whenever I think of this poem, I will think of this picture as though it is one of the paths that I am looking down and must choose to take.