"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words."
So says Robert Frost, an American poet, famous for his metaphor-laden poems that center around natural images and rural life. He's often considered to be a New England poet, though he actually hailed from the West Coast. Either way, we're proud to call him one of our own. Frost is probably best known for poems like The Road Not Taken , which has captivated readers and listeners since it was published in 1916. Here's the full text of the poem for your enjoyment:
THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
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.
