Thursday, April 1, 2010

“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost

After an unsettling couple of weeks where I thought I would not only have to move but might also lose my job, things have settled down. I will be transferring to another prefecture, but I will be able to stay in Japan.

On happier news, April is National Poetry Month! To celebrate this, I hope to post a favorite poem every day for the next 30.

To start, a classic by Frost. Achingly apt, as I leave one school to go to another. Of course in two years time, if I am still at the second, I shall be as attached to it as I am now to the first. But right now I can only regret all the happenings I will miss – and miss.



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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