Thursday, September 4, 2008

"The Road Not Taken"

I am 35 years old now. I have a very vivid memory of a certain poem which my high school teacher asked us to read. I often wonder and ask myself the question "what If?" I guess, in one way or the other, all of us have asked this question. The poem by Robert Frost which always pops into my mind whenever I am down and melancholic goes like this:
The Road 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 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
Have you taken the right road? I hope that I did.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

English Teachers must have a thing for Frost and especially "The Road Not Taken". This was the first poem I was introducted to looong ago (I dare not say how long). Life happens to us all.

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