THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
By Robert Frost
I wrote a musing that featured this poem and its thoughts...it can be read at.....THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED..
The music with this poem is my composition....A CELLO SOLILOQUY OPUS 5 No.2...A Variation on a Theme.....
Frost sent this poem to his friend, British poet Edward Thomas (1878-1917) who had been pondering whether to join Frost in the US or volunteer for the UK army. It is thought this poem inspired Thomas to volunteer even though he was 38. Thomas died in action and is known as one of the "War Poets".
This is one of my favorite poems and has always caused me to reflect on my life's direction when I read it........I never want to follow the crowd.......and I find this poem encouraging to do otherwise :-)
I made the audio into a video ...a choice for you......I hope you like either one:-)
The music with this poem is my composition....A CELLO SOLILOQUY OPUS 5 No.2...A Variation on a Theme.....
Frost sent this poem to his friend, British poet Edward Thomas (1878-1917) who had been pondering whether to join Frost in the US or volunteer for the UK army. It is thought this poem inspired Thomas to volunteer even though he was 38. Thomas died in action and is known as one of the "War Poets".
This is one of my favorite poems and has always caused me to reflect on my life's direction when I read it........I never want to follow the crowd.......and I find this poem encouraging to do otherwise :-)
I made the audio into a video ...a choice for you......I hope you like either one:-)
VERSE:
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.