Tuesday, January 18, 2011

The American Poet

I am deeply in love with Robert Frost. He's amazing. He's sensational. He's wonderful! I could read Robert Frost poetry until the day I died... The way he used literary ingenuity to portray a simplistic and everyday idea is mind blowing. Frost was thoughtful, he was smart and he was NOT insane which is very refreshing when almost every other poet is. I just love Robert Frost. 


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.

Every time I open my "Robert Frost Reader"I have to read this poem. A sense of thoughtfulness, sorrow,and even pain penetrates through and through, providing you with a feeling of being completely lost as 
you read. Its beauty in words. 
Oh, How I love you Robert Frost. 

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