Wednesday Wine & Write

The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

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 better claim,           

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;           

Though as for that the passing there           

Had worn them really about the same,                    10

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.                    15

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.                    20

Mr. Burns made us remember this poem in the fifth grade. 

It has stuck with me ever since.

Diseno Malbec - Argentina