Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, longI stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth
Then took the other, asjust 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 telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence Two roads deverged in a wood, and I- I took the one lesstraveled by And that has made all the difference
OK, I'd like to give some comments of this poem. The poem is dealing with the division of the human mind. As a traveler on the road of life, Robert Frost wants to join two different roads, but he can only choose one of them. He chooses the one less traveled, and that makes all the difference. By this he is telling us that we should try out for new roads and new paths in life. The poem is loaded with rhythm, metaphors and greatness.
