the path less traveled: February 2011

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not take them 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 the difference. .robert frost.

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

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