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;
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. (5 years and 2660 days ago)
great poet
In case you get the wrong idea, that is a famous poem by the American poet Robert Frost, not me, though I do write some poems now and then since 1975. Sorry I didn't make it clear. I took out the second stanza to fit a three picture sequence.
Here's the missing second stanza:
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.
very nice!
Thanks Eris.
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