Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
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.
This is [erhaps my favourite poem...A poem that always tells me that under the wide eyes of the omnicient how I have walked alone alone all these years..how many mistakes I have made by by not choosing those paths of Hardship...for seeking the favourable turn....
In my search for freedom and peace of Mind I have left the memories behind...is another phrase that portrays its glaring truth right in front of us...It exposes all those believes that we dodged,may be avoided...all those tears that we wish we had not shed... all those smiles that we could have gifted but chose not to...
Leave life not by the situation but by choice...
For its you who shall decide...Its you who shall claim...or rue the Path Not Taken...
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.
This is [erhaps my favourite poem...A poem that always tells me that under the wide eyes of the omnicient how I have walked alone alone all these years..how many mistakes I have made by by not choosing those paths of Hardship...for seeking the favourable turn....
In my search for freedom and peace of Mind I have left the memories behind...is another phrase that portrays its glaring truth right in front of us...It exposes all those believes that we dodged,may be avoided...all those tears that we wish we had not shed... all those smiles that we could have gifted but chose not to...
Leave life not by the situation but by choice...
For its you who shall decide...Its you who shall claim...or rue the Path Not Taken...
Comments
Have you read 'Stopping by woods on a snowy evening' by Robert Frost? The last stanza of the poem makes us think very deeply, does't it?
'The woods are lovely, dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.'