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 onto 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 took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference
was born in San Francisco in 1874. He moved to New
England at the age of eleven and became interested in reading and writing
poetry during his high school years in Lawrence, Mass. He was
enrolled at Dartmouth College in 1892, and later at Harvard, but never
earned a formal degree.
(1874-1963)
