Cenizo Journal Winter 2023 - Page 24

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 .
– Robert Frost

24 Cenizo Winter 2023