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    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... more

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  • Reviewed by wddykes on Sep 20, 1:30pm

    I'm a teacher and I use this-- I love how students want to say that taking the road no one else takes makes your life better. He says that only a bit less traffic went down his path, and that it has made all the difference, not that it has been much better. Great poem.
  • Rated by HughBriss on Sep 03, 2:00pm

    I'm not a big poetry fan but "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost is beautiful.
  • Reviewed by Stilltrying on Aug 26, 5:05am

    A beautiful challenge for us all to be original and not follow the crowd!
  • Rated by justamin09 on Aug 02, 9:37am

    LOL! I read that poem in English class too... must be a teacher's favorite.
  • Rated by onreact-com on Jun 19, 1:33pm

    An absolute classic.
  • Rated by tomertheking on Jun 19, 2:37am

    Damn, we read that poem in English class!
  • Rated by RukasuFox on Jun 19, 12:08am

    Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
  • Rated by jlpeta on Jun 18, 11:25pm

    A wonderfully tricky poem that reminds us to read with care.
  • Rated by lazarst on Jun 18, 8:06pm

    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.