A great poem

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.


Robert Frost

Submitted Date :  Friday, January 03, 2003
Submitted Date :  Thursday, May 15, 2008
This poem by Robert Frost is about being different and pealing away from the group, or as he puts it, "I take the road less traveled by". Frost finds himself having to decide between two paths in life. He decides that he will take the path that most have not. By doing this he is creating his own individuality. Like that saying "it's not the destination, but the journey that counts." This poem is also, saying that its alright to be different. He is creating his own life not following anyone else, to be unique.