what if?

The Road not Taken

    Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
    And sorry I could not travel both
    And be one traveller, 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.

the first poem i fell absolutely in love with, when I was twelve or thirteen. still does it for me, after the “owl and the pussycat” of course.


11 thoughts on “what if?

  1. If you don’t mind me cluttering up your post..my favourite Frost:

    Nature’s first green is gold,
    Her hardest hue to hold.
    Her early leaf’s a flower;
    But only so an hour.
    Then leaf subsides to leaf.
    So Eden sank to grief,
    So dawn goes down to day.
    Nothing gold can stay.


  2. thanks for that, manshark.
    here’s another one;

    Dust of Snow

    The way a crow
    Shook down on me
    The dust of snow
    From a hemlock tree
    Has given my heart
    A change of mood
    And saved some part
    Of a day I had rued.

    Thou art the forbidden fruit,
    And outside your garden I stand,
    With wide open eyes…
    Away from all
    I dream of dreams untrue,
    It is not meant to be…
    Partitions by odds and reasons…
    As unsuitable…
    I dream of my fantasies,
    Built castles in thin air,
    Which crumbles to ashes, when my eyes do stare,
    Away from you,
    Deep within me,
    My love for you doth grows,
    It grows, blooms and ripens,
    And sadly it will fade a way..
    Just like a wild flower…. as you may say…

    One of my friends passed away last year November. She used to recite this to me…for some odd reason I felt like writing this….
    May be because she would have enjoyed “The Road not Taken..”

  4. pathways,
    are meant to be taken;
    be they trod on or not.
    its the choice that matters
    cos in the end, when you choose,
    to look back and reminisce over time;
    you still have the chance to be pleased
    that it was you who made that choice and not another.

  5. Alla sera
    Niccolò Ugo Foscolo

    Forse perché della fatal quiete
    Tu sei l’immago a me sì cara vieni
    0 sera! E quando ti corteggian liete
    Le nubi estive e i zeffiri sereni,

    E quando dal nevoso aere inquiete
    Tenebre e lunghe all’universo meni
    Sempre scendi invocata, e le secrete
    Vie del mio cor soavemente tieni.

    Vagar mi fai cò miei pensier su l’orme
    Che vanno al nulla eterno; e intanto fugge
    Questo reo tempo, e van con lui le torme

    Delle cure onde meco egli si strugge;
    E mentre lo guardo la tua pace, dorme
    Quello spirto guerrier ch’entro mi rugge

    which is more or less tranlsted:

    To The Night

    Maybe because you always have appeared
    The image of that fatal rest to me,
    O night! You come towards me so dear!
    Escorted by the summer clouds with glee
    And by the gentle breezes full of cheer,

    Or from the snowy air you come sending
    That long, uneasy darkness to the world,
    O summoned night, upon the earth descending,
    The darkest secrets of my heart you hold.

    At sight of you my mind begins to wander
    To the eternal void beyond the sky;
    And all along the wretched time meanders
    And with it all my worries; meanwhile I
    Stand looking at your peace that calms the torment
    Within my raging spirit lying dormant.

    but it’s not really the same thing/////difficult to share poems in different languages..!

  6. Nazreen,

    I am at my mom’s in the desert (Palm Springs area…remember the time that we spent here together quite a ways back now…)

    This The Road Not Taken poem is in a very special autograph journal that I kept as a child and collected entries from my family and friends as I was leaving Germany and on my way to Zaire with my family…my mom chose to put this poem there for me and so we have just had another moment of rememberance and connection with you through the words of Robert Frost…(my mom got teary reading it again just now)

    I am uplifted to read about the authentic life you are living…

    Wishing you many blessings this Easter Sunday…

    Carla in California

  7. carla: your mum and you were family to me whilst in ca. and even in manila. so much has happened since then, i would so love to meet again… in the meantime random connections will do. god bless. x x

    manshark: thanks, you made my week- nothing like making people feel
    happy… now off to my small neck in the woods, where we planted some 2700 trees. robert frost would approve.

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