This week is English Week at my school – we very often have themed weeks like this – and today there was an open air poetry recital. I was quite looking forward to doing the famous “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost, but when it got to lunchtime, I realised that the poem, which I had memorised the previous year, had been mostly forgotten by my annoying brain… I could only remember the first three lines and the last two. So much for that lolly-winning opportunity!
This led me, however, to the ever-trusty internet, and here is the poem in it’s entirety:
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 marked 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.
While my last year’s English teacher did not favour this poem, I really like it, finding it satisfying in both its structure and its topic. Maybe I’ll recite it next year!