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

Read this and more poems by Robert Frost in 

The Collected Poems published by Penguin Books

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