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.

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