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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 b
by dman 11y ago
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;
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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.
- ubernostrum 11y agoThis poem was actually written satirically by Frost about going for walks with a friend who always complained afterward that they should have taken some other route and acted as if it would have been significantly better... when in reality it would have made no real difference: Frost's biographer Lawrance Thompson is cited as saying that the poem's narrator is "one who habitually wastes energy in regretting any choice made: belatedly but wistfully he sighs over the attractive alternative rejected." According to the Thompson biography, Robert Frost: The Years of Triumph (1971), in his introduction in readings to the public, Frost would say that the speaker was based on his friend Edward Thomas. In Frost’s words, Thomas was "a person who, whichever road he went, would be sorry he didn’t go the other."
- dietrichepp 11y agoI think that makes the poem especially apt, considering how some programmers fret over language choice.
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