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.
This is the poem by Robert Frost we were talking about this morning, It’s a poem about choices we make in our lives or when we travel. Do you understand the meaning? In some periods of our like we have to make choices, and the poet here is choosing “the road less travelled”. Look for the Italian translation of this poem on the Internet, and for some information about Robert Frost on Wikipedia. Enjoy!