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The Road Not Taken Robert FrostTwo 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 sameAnd both the morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Yet knowing how way leads on the 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. ____________________________________________________________ ____________ Fog | Fire and Ice Carl Sandburg | Robert Frost | The fog comes | Some say the world will end in fire. on little cat feet. | Some say in ice. | From what Ive tasted of desire It sits looking | I hold with those favor fire. over harbor and city | But if it had to perish twice, on silent haunches | I think I know enough of hate and then moves on | To say that for destruction ice | Is also great | And would suffice. | | | |