tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84748718971211461522024-03-14T02:24:46.038-07:00... so weit, so gut.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8474871897121146152.post-88044438756148275172010-10-27T11:20:00.000-07:002010-10-27T11:22:00.993-07:00robert frost - the road not taken<p style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="font-size:85%;"> Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<br /> And sorry I could not travel both<br /> And be one traveler, long I stood<br /> And looked down one as far as I could<br /> To where it bent in the undergrowth; </span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">Then took the other, as just as fair,<br /> And having perhaps the better claim,<br /> Because it was grassy and wanted wear;<br /> Though as for that the passing there<br /> Had worn them really about the same, </span></p><p style="font-family: verdana;"> <span style="font-size:85%;">And both that morning equally lay<br /> In leaves no step had trodden black.<br /> Oh, I kept the first for another day!<br /> Yet knowing how way leads on to way,<br /> I doubted if I should ever come back. </span></p> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">I shall be telling this with a sigh </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Somewhere ages and ages hence: </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> I took the one less traveled by, </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"> And that has made all the difference. </span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com