"The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost

I recommended this poem to a friend of mine who is going through a rough time right now. I hadn't read it myself in quite a while, and I remembered how much I love it.



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;
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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,
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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.
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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.
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P.S. - I looked up the title in Google images, and, predictably, there were dozens of photos of trails in the woods. None seemed exactly right, though, so I didn't post one, but I looked at a lot of them and have come to the conclusion that a fork in the road is really a beautiful thing. :)