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The Road Not Taken (1915)

Robert Frost

Roads have long fascinated mankind, whether as metaphors for life, change, journeys, partings, adventure, etc., or simply as roads, with all their implications of 'here' and 'not here', and the fact that the two may not be as separate as one thought. This is probably why they, and all their attendant images, have permeated art, literature and song. (R. Frost)

(I learned this poem when I was in first year high school - 1971. That time I memorized it because it was part of our studies. But now, after 36 long years, I was surprised that the poem still speaks to me - to us. I am sharing this to all of you...

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.

November 16, 2007

Fr. Jun