Over the course of many years, on the walls of toilets in several of my homes, I scrawled these lines of Frost's:
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say, in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to...
Acquainted with the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my...
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...
This is one of my favorite poem. I read this poem when I was in 9th standard. Since then this poem lives in my heart. Mainly it has a massage that before the industrialization period people were not selfish and they used to enjoy the beauty of nature. But after the...
This is the end of "The Road Not Taken"
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference"
When I think of this line, I can only say, "Yeah, that's true". I took the road that everyone told me not to and so find...
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of...