The Duck Blind Not Hunted

by: Robert Frost and adapted by Erik Guggenheim

 

A Road to two duck blinds diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one hunter, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the tother, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better duck blind and water,

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 ducks equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first to hunt 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 ducks blinds diverged in the woods, and I -

I took the one less hunted by

And that has made all the difference

 

From "You Come Too", 1916