Loved this

[eldelphia]

Robert Frost (1874-1963).  Mountain Interval.  1920.   1. 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;        5   Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the

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[badgersandjam]

It is a lovely poem, but overexposure has meant I haven't really looked at for about 25 years. You can't grow up in New England without being subjected to Frost--study him, read him (usually this one), memorise him.

I remember the last stanza vividly, but I'd forgotten the first three. Thanks for posting.

[misthawk]

One of my favorite poems *ever*.