Robert Frost

(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963 / San Francisco)

The Road Not Taken - Poem 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.


Comments about The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

  • Aaron Harris Aaron Harris (4/30/2016 9:49:00 PM)

    I found this poem on a spiritual journey. A road at times it seems less traveled by. That for me has made all the difference. Praise the Lord! (Report) Reply

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  • Atu-wonders Osim Atu-wonders Osim (4/27/2016 9:37:00 AM)

    It is the roughest path that leads to victory; choose the way of life that seems difficult to live and you will never regret doing so. Thank you so much, Robert Frost. (Report) Reply

  • Frank Hodgins (4/22/2016 4:17:00 AM)

    A book title, 'The Road Less Treavelled' is probably based on this excellent poem. - Pity about the book, what an insult to a magnificient poem. Frank (Report) Reply

  • Toyiring Tom Sheyin Toyiring Tom Sheyin (4/19/2016 3:51:00 PM)

    nice (Report) Reply

  • Toyiring Tom Sheyin Toyiring Tom Sheyin (4/19/2016 3:50:00 PM)

    nice (Report) Reply

  • Owen Yang Owen Yang (4/4/2016 2:18:00 PM)

    This has to be one of the most wrongly interpreted poems of all time. (Report) Reply

  • Sonali Ganguly Sonali Ganguly (4/3/2016 11:25:00 PM)

    beautiful composition with a beautiful message..... i just love the poem (Report) Reply

  • Jez Brul Jez Brul (3/30/2016 5:39:00 PM)

    The author was torn between two choices in life...just like many of us...our choices always make a difference! (Report) Reply

    Dip Virginia Dip Virginia (4/13/2016 2:48:00 PM)

    really......I've face such a situation but unable to choose

  • Antonio Williams (3/28/2016 10:57:00 AM)

    And having perhaps the better claim.Because it was grassy and wanted wear...Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted if I should ever come back this is a great poem! (Report) Reply

  • Ujjaval Shah (3/28/2016 2:25:00 AM)

    Maybe you can keep the poems analysis (Report) Reply

  • Kiran Kukreja (3/27/2016 9:35:00 AM)

    We all make our own unique choices and look back later on, am sure with the same feelings. There is no turning back in life, ever.Paths seem to have a mind.

    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. (Report) Reply

  • Dorina Neculce Dorina Neculce (3/19/2016 2:44:00 AM)

    Then took the other, as just as fair,
    And having perhaps the better claim (Report) Reply

  • Tapan M. Saren Tapan M. Saren (3/17/2016 12:56:00 PM)

    Just wonderful poem... (Report) Reply

  • Alex Reyes Alex Reyes (3/17/2016 1:28:00 AM)

    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. (Report) Reply

  • swarnim suresh (3/4/2016 7:52:00 AM)

    Can anyone tell how to publish my poem (Report) Reply

  • swarnim suresh (3/4/2016 7:51:00 AM)

    Can tell how publishe (Report) Reply

  • Sayak Saha (3/4/2016 3:00:00 AM)

    Tell me anyone bout my poem, isn't it's more secluding to find you to another trademark hidden secret end that mesmerizes u to ur distinct means to claw in more sublimity of choices, yet fail and yet the world staggering and u trying to find in onething hardly easeable to ur innermost access. (Report) Reply

  • Briony Nicholls Briony Nicholls (3/3/2016 6:46:00 AM)

    Interesting rhyme structure. Can anyone point out what it is? Already Reported Reply

    Sayak Saha (3/4/2016 2:44:00 AM)

    It'snot just the rhyme or paraphrases u look at while u read, Iit'sthe Iinner sense that produces the limelight identity of anything but the grasp within the bog for the eternal spherical identities, sans no bog nothing can be the existences, power of thoughts are just the roads that fear no destiny or edge that is circumscribed with.

  • Sayak Saha (2/21/2016 3:39:00 PM)

    In this lonely sight of depth, in the willow sweet searching breath, the lonely daggering heart, traveling like the water traveling a bare art, miles from the rays, miles in the glared clays, sodden with the inside being dried, feelfull lust for a life lost to some hide, cloaking the careful mundane, the thick grasping stone-mate sane, severity in the ridges of the lost swing, that swing flees flesh for another ring, fights the dust mixes to another ride, the riding height shows nothing bright, the sequences fail, as the differences stale, friendly woes are gone again, unfriendly woes is being turned insane....A flesh nd a ring....just made it just the time I felt like... (Report) Reply

  • Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (2/18/2016 4:25:00 AM)

    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.

    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.

    The poem is about the human life. Life and after life, happiness and sadness, black and white, justice and injustice day and light. This is the human duality and human dilemma in which we have to live and decide to choose. some choose the easiest and nearest, some choose the farthest and difficult, but the daring are the ones who choose the untrodden and challenging. these people are always the winners as Frost has chosen the less chosen, highly philosophical poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, August 7, 2014


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