It's been a while since I added to the Anthology strand of this blog - something which I hope to rectify in the coming year. Poetry is going to be making a comeback on these pages!
Looking for something to re-start the strand, I chanced upon Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken. At a time of year when both looking back and looking forward are national pastimes - and when many people opt to make major life choices - it seems most apt.
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;
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.
Andrew
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