American poet FIG: No way to go
Robert Frost's known poem:The Road Not Taken
TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
Unfortunately, I cannot do it all. And sorry I cocould not travel both
Me, individual travelers, standing long, And be one traveler, long I stood
Looking at the end of a road, And looked down one as far as I cocould
It is invisible in the depths of the jungle. To where it bent in the undergrowth;
So I chose another path, Then took the other, as just as fair,
Straight, maybe more worthwhile, And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Had worn them really about the same,
Road conditions will be almost the same. Though as for that the passing there
That morning, both roads were covered under the dead leaves, And both that morning equally lay
No flat marks: In leaves no step had trodden black.
Ah, leave that road to another day! Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Knowing that one path leads to another, Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubt whether I will return to the original place. I doubted if I shocould ever come back
After many years, somewhere, I shall be telling this with a sigh
I would sigh with a sigh: Somewhere ages and ages hence:
The yellow forest forks Two roads, and I, Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I chose one with few traces, I took the one less traveled,
Make everything so different. And that has made all the difference