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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.

by Robert Frost (1874 – 1963, published in Mountain Interval, 1916


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