The road not taken (1916) Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, just as fair,And having perhaps the better claim,Because it was grassy and wantedContinue reading “The road not taken by Robert frost and my analysis of it”
Poetry with Eva 