Tuesday, May 2, 2017

“I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.” ― Robert Frost 1920


                       First, I need to apologize for yesterday’s blog as it was way too self-aggrandizing.  I was reluctant to write it and should have listened to myself.  If it helped at all, I’m glad, but I am sorry I spent so much time patting myself on my back.  Speaking of backs, I threw mine out the other day and have been suffering ever since.  Unless you have had back pain, you can’t understand how bad it can be.  I had a friend who had to spend two months on the floor of his house before he could be up and about again.  Ah well, it’s always something.  At least when I’m down, I get to thinking and reflecting and sometimes that’s a good thing.  I wrote not too long ago about how our lives are full of moments.  Our direction and enjoyment of life is so often decided by moments, moments that are often forgotten but whose importance was life altering and tragic or majestic.  It has been so with mine, and, as I get into a position where my back doesn’t hurt quite so badly, I am reminded of the all the choices that came my way and how the choices I made have made me who I am today—both the good and the bad.  I studied Robert Frost extensively during my Master’s in American Literature and his poetry has always been a part of my life.  I am at this moment listening to a Swedish group “First Aid Kit” who have a song based on one of his poems “Nothing Gold Can Stay” and am reminded again of his impact on my life.  Perhaps my favorite poem or at least the one that has made the most impact on my life is “The Road Not Taken” (Robert Frost 1920) which I reprint here.  While this is about me to some extent, it may also be about you, so it is worth reading and reflecting upon.  Enjoy:

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.

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