Robert Frost first published "The Road Not Taken" today back in 1915. Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets. More information can be found about this at Today in Literature. 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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Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Frost's writings are beautiful.
Thanks for leaving that Kimberly! Lovely!
Kimberly -
did you first learn that one because of The Outsiders? just curious. it's one of the only poems I've memorized, and that because of seeing The Outsiders like a million times as a young teen.
What Ponyboy?
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