Roads Untaken

Only two, Robert Frost?

Detail from “The Lord is in His Holy Temple,” by George Inness, Jr., a contemporary of Frost. Original hangs in the Unitarian Universalist Church in Tarpon Springs, FL. Photo by MPM.

Hello dearest readers!

I’m traveling to far-flung places for a month (Athens, for my son’s graduation from the American College of Greece; CA/NV for a family reunion; etc.) so it may be a little quieter than normal around here. But I do have a fun collaboration with Tonika Todorova (the awesome creator of

Visceral Adventure

) that will drop in July while I’m gone.

Today, a poem in homage to Frost. Apparently, he wrote The Road Not Taken in jest for his indecisive, often regret-filled friend, but the poem has since been taken seriously by all, including my high school choir director who had us sing a version set to Randall Thompson’s solemn, soaring music at our graduation, which is why it’s the only poem I can recite from memory.

Here’s to roads untaken.

xox
M

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Roads Untaken

Two roads diverged in the red-white-and-blue
And sorry that neither one was fair
And angry there were only two
I debated long what I could do
Since either road delivered me despair.

I’d been there before, I’m sad to say,
Staring down paths that offended,
And when others said before that day
I’m sorry, those two are the only way
I thought “not true,” and pretended,

Until that day when I stood and swore,
“There must be more, I insist!”
And gazed upon the forest’s floor,
Where there was more, so very much more:
No path at all! That’s what I’d missed.

Yes, the woods that day were dense and vast,
My journey slow and without ease,
But oh, the freedom I felt at last
As I joined the others not walking fast,
Leaving footprints among the trees.

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xox
M