2 March 2008

Thank You Mr. Frost


Since posting earlier this evening, Robert Frost's The Road Not Taken has been going through my head. I think that it summarizes how I've been feeling lately.

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 on as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took 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 now was leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling with this 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. 

We are so blessed to have poets that can write down what we feel in our hearts. 

2 comments:

  1. I agree; it's a talent I will never understand because it is so beyond my own, but poetry can capture such emotions and experiences for the rest of us. Thanks for sharing this, this morning.

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