" Two roads divided in a yellow wood, and I stood for a long and stared down one as far as I could, to where it curved in the underbrush, sorry that I could not take both and journey as one traveller;

The other, which was similarly fair and would have had a superior claim, was then taken because it was grassy and needed wear. Yet, despite the fact that this had almost equally worn them,

And both were equally lying that morning.
On the leaves, there had been no dark step.
Well, I did reserve the first for a different day.
But knowing how one thing leads to another, I pondered if I ought to go back at all.

Sighing, I'll remember this in the far future:
Two roads divide in a wood, and I took the less-traveled one. This choice has been very important."

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       “THE ROAD NOT TAKEN”                     (By: Robert Frost) 

“    Two roads divided in a yellow wood, and I stood for a long and stared down one as far as I could, to where it curved in the underbrush, sorry that I could not take both and journey as one traveller;

The other, which was similarly fair and would have had a superior claim, was then taken because it was grassy and needed wear. Yet, despite the fact that this had almost equally worn them,

And both were equally lying that morning.
On the leaves, there had been no dark step.
Well, I did reserve the first for a different day.
But knowing how one thing leads to another, I pondered if I ought to go back at all.

Sighing, I'll remember this in the far future:
Two roads divide in a wood, and I took the less-traveled one. This choice has been very important.”

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Publisher:                                       Robert Frost                               (1874–1963) 

      Robert Frost was born in San Francisco, but his family moved to Lawrence, Massachusetts, in 1884 following his father’s death. The move was actually a return, for Frost’s ancestors were originally New Englanders, and Frost became famous for his poetry’s engagement with New England locales, identities, and themes. Frost graduated from Lawrence High School, in 1892, as class poet (he also shared the honor of co-valedictorian with his wife-to-be Elinor White), and two years later, the New York Independent accepted his poem entitled “My Butterfly,” launching his status as a professional poet with a check for $15.00. Frost's first book was published around the age of 40, but he would go on to win a record four Pulitzer Prizes and become the most famous poet of his time, before his death at the age of 88.