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Robert Frost reads his poetry

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     The road not taken               texto
     The pasture   
     After apple-picking   
     The tuft of flowers   
     My november guest   
     Acquainted with the night   
     Tree at my window   
     West-running brook   
     Death of a hired man   
     The witch of Coos   
     Mending wall   
     One more brevity   
     A considerable speck   
     Why wait for science   
     Provide, provide   
     One step backward taken   
     Choose something like a star   
     Happiness makes up in height   

Robert Frost

The road not taken

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.

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