Saturday, 10 February 2007


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.

Robert Frost


Doug Bauman said...

Sometimes we have no roads,
stuck in a house or job,
and time erodes,
without heartthrob.

What choice then?

poetography - words and vibes said...

theodor adorno says: "the hardest hit, as everywhere, are those who have no choice".

true. but there is also this: “if you limit your choices only to what seems possible or reasonable, you disconnect yourself from what you truly want, and all that is left is compromise.” ~ robert fritz

there always is a choice, even when there is no road. sometimes, we just have to remain where we are and find peace in a beautiful sunset. or else, run cross-country and wild....