Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–/ I took the one less traveled by, / And that has made all the difference.
– Robert Frost
The man was a poetical genius. I have his book of poems and just flipping through that, reading them aloud, makes one really pause and think. He’s not just a happy go lucky writer of poems; in fact, some of his works can be seriously dark and a bit traumatizing when one pauses to think about what is insinuated. For stupid people that means implied. If you don’t know what that means, then I can’t help you.
Read his stuff; be wow’d.
Two roads diverged in 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.
Can we say Masterpiece? Say it with me: Masterpiece.
