Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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

Hmm ok why this ? well apart from the literary beauty of this poem is that it has a universal appeal. We all have been at some place where we need to choose one road, infact on second thoughts every moment there is a choice to make i guess. Now what i dont understand is that when he didnt travel the other road, how is he comparing? how does he know what difference that wud have made? I think we can look back and join the events with an imaginary line (remember joining the dots back). I like the glance, the stare, heh. anyways more sensible posts later.