Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
1. 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; 5
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, 10
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. 15
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. 20
- Robert Frost
here is a destiny that makes us brothers/ none goes his way alone/ all that we send into the lives of others/ comes back into our own
-guiding light (back when it was a radio program about a pastor...times have changed...to say the least)
“If you're a blacksmith, probably the proudest day of your life is when you get your first anvil. How innocent you are, little blacksmith.â€,
-Jack
I decided to migrate from my erstwhile action theme to a more thoughtful, reflective one. I have become more thoughtful lately as I have had to adjust myself to newness...face each day with the challenges it presents. Trample injustice. Examine patent applications. Embrace change.
I really got to stop myspacing.
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-Caleb
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