Peter Gabriel photographed by Anton Corbijn
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;
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 all the difference.”
Robert Frost
Perfect denouement to a delightful piece. Whether path or metaphor doesn’t even matter (which proves your style). Well done, I have enjoyed this.
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Thanks a lot, Mike!
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You left the road that custom had paved
And tracked the footprints of the good:
Who knows what was the wisdom you craved –
I who followed was the one who braved
The brambles of the trackless wood!
M
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Marie Marshall
author/poet/editor
Scotland
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Very interesting poem
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Oh I love this poem! Always has 🙂 Thank you for posting.
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Generally I don’t read article on blogs, but I wish to say that this write-up very compelled me to take a look at and
do it! Your writing taste has been amazed me. Thank you, very nice post.
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Thank you so much Antonio. I feel very glad to read this kind of flattering and inspiring comments. I really appreciate it.
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