Friday, October 22, 2010

A Tribute to Robert Frost


Robert Lee Frost

Born: March 26, 1874
Place: San Francisco, California
Died: January 29, 1963
Place: Boston, Massachusetts



Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening


Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.


My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.


He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.



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.

3 comments:

  1. thanks for giving me these thoughts for reflection. i pause to think and then choose. most of all, i choose.
    what inspires you about these poems?
    michelle

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  2. Thanks! When I read these I think travel and endurance.....

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  3. Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
    I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference.

    Those lines have been very inspirational to me as I live my life and make the choices I do. I love getting to re-read that poem every once in awhile.

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