Today marks the 50th anniversary of Robert Frost’s passing. He is one of my favorite poets, probably because his work so reminds me of my own mothers’ (see ANY of the A Visit From Mom posts….she’s a genius with rhyme!). I thought, though, in honor of his passing, I would share one of my favorites….you may have heard it once or twice.
I love Robert Frost because he was a himself….at a time when the style of literature was decidedly moving away from rhyme and meter and toward free verse…he did his thing….unabashedly spinning rhythm and rhyme into his work and not swaying to the beat of the “new modern drummer.” He wrote how he wrote and did not look back. So here’s to you, Mr. Frost, for inspiring a new generation of writers!
The Road Not Taken
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.