Sunday, June 17, 2007

Saying goodbye

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.


Robert Frost

1 comment:

tim said...

hope yesterday was good at st b's, heard a great talk on exodus 3 moses being a wimp exactly how i feel, ummm, the thing is we are absolutely stuffed, theres no escape and there is certainly no going back, when everything is telling you to go and hide under the nearest duvet the warrior instinct has to kick in soon (a la tom f and gideon)courage to be a warrior and face the next weeks cath. retreats despite their 'evo' pretensions as is the case at the limehouse tunnel link retreat...heads up