The Road Not Taken and other Selected Poems

And having perhaps the better claim,

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

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 f

Someone’s receiver’s down. The handle stumbles.
The stubborn thing, the way it jars your arm!

then’-like a threat.

‘Well then,’ she said, and ‘Well

Did she let on by any word she said
She didn’t thank me?”
“When I told her ‘Gone,’

“But why when no one wants you to go on?

And for your family’s sake stay where you are.
But what good is my saying it over and over?

Now you and I would go to no such length.