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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.
It was a poem that I first came across in high school. It had been one of those pieces that helped me shape what I am today. Whenever I felt like in a dilemma of things, this poem came as assurances. Thanks for sharing one of the greatest lines ever written in modern era.
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Glad to hear that!
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I had to recite this in middle school long ago...
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Frost's one of my all-time favorite poets, and this is just one of the all-time great poems. At this point, all of us remain on the path less traveled by.
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