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...
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...
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...
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...
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...