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 took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference !
– Robert Frost
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It really amuses me how almost everyone who adores this poem never considers that its tone could easily be one of regret.
while i don’t know the poem very well, i love the look of the tattoo. can ou tell what font it is?
It is a poem of regret. A lovely poem and easily mistaken,,, it all comes down to the last stanza: “I shall be telling this with a sigh”
a sigh… so thus, he wasn’t necessarily happy with his decision, for it has made all the difference.
Summary to me:
We all take different paths, he took the one less travelled by and it may not have been worth it.
i Do like the tat though… enjoy your path!
I have the same poem as an entire back piece. The artwork surrounding the poem is the story of my life so far. Where i’ve been, what I’ve done, what’s been important to me. I was surprised to see the entire poem on someone else. It’s been very meaningful to me for a very long time. Nice piece!