The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken by: Robert Frost

It is in times like these that I take a moment to reflect on this poem that Robert Frost brought into our lives in the year 1916. Do you suppose he wrote it in a quick moment of inspiration? Or did God, take him down a road and let him see?

Reaching the crossroads - Which way will I take?

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN 1

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

1. The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost. August 1915 issue of the Atlantic Monthly, then in 1916 in his poetry collection, Mountain Interval.

"Just A Soul On A Journey"