April 13, 2009

The Road Not Taken

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--Description: 20th C, Frost R., Choices, Life--
 

 

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 marked 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.


Robert Frost

--Did You Know:  Mental illness apparently ran in Frost's family, as both he and his mother suffered from depression, and his daughter Irma was committed to a mental hospital in 1947. Frost's wife, Elinor, also experienced bouts of depression.

--Word of the Day: misoneism (mis-uh-NEE-izm), noun
Meaning: A hatred or fear of change or innovation.
Example: "The prevailing attitude was therefore one of extreme conservatism: may I indeed say of misoneism?"
(Expanding Trade, Changing Ways of Life-Conclusions; Addis Tribune(Ethiopia); May 15, 1998.)

 --Quote of the Day:  "I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I intended to be."
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2 comments:

Jewelles on February 8, 2010 at 12:58 AM said...

thank you for my poem :)
i feel in love with robert frost in 1970 my freshman english teacher said i just might get him. I too was depressed cause at the time my best friend had died. since then I have grown much older and understand him I think better then ever as his timeless words reflex my life.
Julia

V. Mahfood on February 8, 2010 at 1:49 PM said...

I am so glad you enjoyed this Frost poem. He was always one of my favorites too in school. I'm glad it filled a void for you back in school times.

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