» posted on 5:53am - May 31 2007 | posted by Neglection Even though it isn't my poem, I thought that this poem deserved some spotlight and review.
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 (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920 --- "The Road Not Taken by Rober...ost" has been viewed times ---
untitled | | » posted by: NeroAnima · date: 4:03pm - May 31 2007 | rated: N/A | | |  | | I think that this one should go in the All things literature section as you did not create it, just like I think that artwork that is not created by the user should be posted in the museum section.~~~~~~~~~~ NeroAnima
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untitled | | » posted by: Jayden · date: 6:05am - May 31 2007 | rated: N/A | | |  | | This has always been one of my most favorite works of his. I think the first time I heard it was sometime in middle school and it just kinda stuck with me throughout life. It really is a metaphore for life and the decisions one makes while looking down the forking paths of their future. Funny enough when I try to tell people about it.. I can only remember the last 3 lines.~~~~~~~~~~ "Soft as faded memory, each night I hear her call to me, of love and pain, deep regret, in hope of dreams, that may forget." ~J. M.
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