The Road Not Taken

Autumn Path through the Woods (1876)
by Camille Pissarro.
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Not only do I love this poem (below the fold) and this painting, but I think they were made for each other.

The Road not Taken
By Robert Frost

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.

From The Poetry of Robert Frost, The Collected Poems, Complete and Unabridged (NYC: Holt, 1969).

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Yes. Well, all but the last line... yet to see.

Thanks for that.