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.
Note :
I’ve just realised that the education system that I have been through for about 18 years not putting so much emphasis on language and literature… poor thing that I am actually quite interested in poem and such stuff… I mean in reading and analysing it, not in writing it…
Anyway, I found a very interesting poem with a very tricky hidden meaning ( I did googling to find the "true" meaning, but the deeper I dig, more confused I become), and it also lead me to the fact that this poem is a 4th grade assignment in some countries… yes, 4th grade, when I was still watching "ksatria baja hitam"… oh well…
