Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Radio Silence

Sorry to my few regulars: life has happened to me for the past week or so. Soulmate is going on a retreat this weekend (not my fault, or at least not mostly), so I will update the happenings then. Until then, and in honor of my old geezer brother who turned 50 recently, I present his favorite Robert Frost poem:

The Road Not Taken (1920)

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 (1874-1963)

1 comment:

BeccaNate said...

My wife and I walk stealthily on our own path through the woods.