Poems of Robert Frost

by Robert Frost who is a 9th generation cousin of my Grandmother Cora K. Eckels

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 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.

Author's Note

I found myself reading through my cousin's poem again today and it reminded me of the reason I wanted to become a writer in the 1980's during my teenage years. Before I found out the family connection I was already a fan of Robert Frost's work. In many ways I have always taken the road less traveled by.

Reviews

[Leigh]

This is very poignant and also succinctly put and I like the rhyming phrases, a good choice of Poetry to share, thank-you to you both.........

[Raven Starhawk]

A classic poet...I think we all could only be so fortunate to be as well in tune with our muse as this man was. He is a inspiration to all.

[sienikeha]

a favorite. such a timeless gorgeous truth. so beautiful -- the blessing of his sap in your family tree.