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!