::imaginative introspection::

Imagine that all life is an illusion. All that exists is this moment. No past, no future, each memory, every plan, a part of the illusion. Life, in a photograph.

Do you like the image of yourself?

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Poetry I Love: Robert Frost "The Road Not Taken"

Robert Frost "The Road Not Taken"
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 feet 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 travelled by,
and that has made all the difference


  1. This is probably one of the first poems I ever read as a teenager. I remember how it spoke to me as a girl who felt unpopular and different. Thank you for bringing it to mind again.

  2. Robert Frost has always been a dear poet and my favorite of his was 'Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening'...simply exquisite like this one you have. Thanks for the treat.

    Good day.


  3. My dad would read this as a bedtime story when I was little. I've always loved it.

  4. sorry I could not travel both