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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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B. Listen to the poem as read by any of the readers below and then answer the questions further below.
Read by Seth Woodworth
Read by Alan Davis-Drake
Read by Jemma Blythe
Read by Frost reads
Read by Mr T
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- What color were the woods where the roads diverged?
- Where did one of the roads bend into?
- Why did he take the other road?
- Were they equal?
- Why wouldn't the wanderer of roads return to travel the other road?
- When will he be telling his tale?
- What is the tone of the poem?
- Which road did he take?
- Was his choice important?
- What does this poem say about choice?
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