The Road Not Taken- Robert Frost

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.



This poem is a great piece of literature. It is put together so well. I can picture Robert Frost at a fork in the road just by reading this poem. The whole concept of making the choice of which road to take makes this poem.  He looks down the one path and tries to see how far it goes.  He decides to take the path less traveled, and he says that it made all the difference. He decided a path and if he would have chose the other his life would have been completely different. This is one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost.