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. - "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost
muy bueno!!!
, yo soy el hermano menor de tu padre, y mikel boedo, pseudonimo uso el apellido materno,"boedo"...
mikelboedo 2 years ago
Amazing!! I love this poem..and you made it better :)
ghaidar09 2 years ago