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One of the best known poems is set among the trees.
In Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken,” the speaker comes to a fork in a road through the woods. Read this poem and picture yourself as the main character — looking down the paths, crunching the leaves under your feet and feeling the wind on your feet.
Which path would you choose?
‘The Road Not Taken’ by Robert Frost
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.