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.
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.
Robert Frost
I have so much going on now............
end of the year activities for the children, work, etc.
lots of change...........
I love that poem, it's one of my favorites. But it has a dark side to it. The author gazed at death before deciding to go a different way. Hopefully you aren't confronting any sweeping changes that have you looking towards the dark side of the woods...
ReplyDeleteOdd but I read that on thursday night before switching my light off!
ReplyDeleteIts in a book of 100 best loved poems that Im reading through... I hadnt read it before, but found it very thought provoking.
If he had been considering suicide, then yes it has a different message.
Interesting!
Hi Gina,
ReplyDeleteOh no...I read this poem recently too and I see it purely in a positive way. The way I read it is that we are given
choices or we come to a crossroads and must choose which direction we will go. We are always left with a sense of wondering "what if" the other road had been taken...I guess that would be the not so good part, but otherwise it just represents change to me.
: )
Hi Liniecat,
ReplyDeleteI read this poem from one of those best beloved poem books too on Monday! Don't you just love that kind of book? I never even considered that it was referencing such a sad topic. I view the poem in a very different light...
Thank you : )
Marie, I can only imagine how busy you are and how crazy life can be. It says a lot that you have such a thoughtful outlook in the midst of it. ;-) Reading poetry is self-care and good for you, you encourage the rest of us! xo
ReplyDeleteAnd I see the poem in the same light as you do -- choices, changes -- but it's written so that a person can interpret it however they like, I'm guessing.
Hi Peggy,
ReplyDeleteI am at a real crossroads and have a lot of responsibility...I believe all things come together for the good.
Right now my focus is my children...getting them through the last few weeks of school. I agree, poetry is good
for ones soul : )
I always feel uplifted by your words..xoxo
Thank you.
<3
Ahhh...a favorite of mine...and my daughter's since she was 15. It can be 'read' so many ways, thought about that as she worked her way through 'those' years. Happen to have an old cloth with this poem transferred on to it sitting right behind me on my cedar chest!! A project started for her and never finished...maybe it's time now :)
ReplyDeleteMy heart is with you as you stand at your crossroads.
One day at a time... :)
ReplyDeleteHi Nancy,
ReplyDeleteI love synchronicity! Amazing that you have a cloth with that poem on it!
I am always touched by what my children are drawn too. They always teach
me so much and I love how they "see" the world.
Thank you xoxo
<3
Hi Deb,
ReplyDeletegood advice...thank you <3
xoxo
i also love this poem, and am in the same mental crossroads space.
ReplyDeleteyour painted word sticks are brilliant. i've painted sticks w/kids, but adding the words, just great.
Hi Handstories
ReplyDeleteThe word sticks are so much fun to paint...very relaxing.
It must be this time of year...I find it energetically intense...
lots of change.
Robert Frost was such a great writer of poetry.
Hi Marie,
ReplyDeleteI love your word sticks. You are so creative and know how to "plant" joy in your life right where you are. I have been thinking about you today and thought I would take a look at your blog. You say you have been busy...I hope it is the good kind that inspires you. You are an inspiration to me!!
You take the road less traveled which gives hope to other travelers.
Your friend...B.
Hello dear Marie, please excuse my silence, lots of things happening over here. It is good to sit, visit you and read Robert Frost's poem. The road less traveled does make a difference. Discoveries and getting to know oneself. Love this series of pictures of you :)
ReplyDeleteHello Marie,
ReplyDeleteCould you send me your address please?
mzmumu@gmail.com
Thanks,
Mary at Art Spirit
Hi Snail Cloth,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words. I definitely take the road less traveled lol!
Thank you for being "there". I am back now and looking forward to more creative adventures.
Dearest Isabelle,
ReplyDeleteSorry for the very long delay in responding...Yes, Robert Frost has lovely poetry. I have been getting to know myself in a very positive way. I know we are all busy this Summer. Hope your are having a lovely one. xo
Hi Dearest Mary,
ReplyDeleteI have sent my address to you. So glad you are back from your trip. I apologize for not responding sooner. I am just getting back to blogging...
Thank you <3