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.
Diana said,
March 31, 2009 at 8:23 pm
Trying to figure out where this was taken… unsuccessfully.
butterflymusings said,
April 1, 2009 at 7:21 pm
intersection of royal and bartholomew- looking toward the river. it’s amazing how you can show only what you want when you look through the viewfinder.