The poem I chose for today is titled, “The Road Not Taken,” by Robert Frost. This poem is pretty popular, so I’m sure a lot of you have heard of it before. Besides being absolutely in love with Frost’s work and nature itself, this poem holds a lot of personal value to me. My father, when I was younger, made my sister and I stand on tables (a la Dead Poets Society) and recite poetry. This was one of them, and it stuck with me through my life. I was always more rebellious than my siblings, and this poem confirmed that it was okay to not be like the rest of my family. It was–and still is–a comfort for me. My dad, for one Christmas, made me a bookshelf with the Harry Potter logo (“Harry Potter” in the cover font) painted onto the front. It wasn’t until later that night that I noticed he had carved the last stanza of this poem into the underside of the shelf. Geez, I’m getting all emotional! Anyway, here’s the poem! Enjoy. 🙂
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 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.