‘When I see birches bend to left and right / Across the lines of straighter darker trees, / I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.’
‘The Road Not Taken’ begins with a dilemma. Out walking, the speaker comes to a fork in the road and has to decide which path to follow.
By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see […]