"When I was younger, I thought this poem meant one thing. Now that I am older, it means something entirely different to me. Perhaps that's what is special about poetry. Although we often try to discover the author's meaning, it's more important how it affects us." -- Ann Holt
(To hear Ann read the poem, please click here.)
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
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.
A passionate advocate for the arts, Ann Holt is an alumna of Carnegie Mellon University (Pittsburgh, PA) and the University of Michigan (Ann Arbor, MI) where she got her MILS.
She retired from a career in libraries having worked in all types from public to special and academic to prison. An active blogger since 2007, Ann writes book reviews at Book Keeping (bkkp.blogspot.com).
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