The Road Not Taken
Our first poem in our regular series of poems to inspire a holiday will put you in the mood for a week or weekend at a holiday cottage in the countryside.
Written by Robert Frost, who loved writing poems depicting rural England, first found fame (and publication) in the UK before his native America awoke to the gentle appeal of his prose.
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.
Robert Frost
1874-1963