Robert Frost – The world is too small? or Is it?

The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken , by Robert Frost 1874–1963, remains my philosophy of life.

I have not pursued this consciously, hence I would take the blocks on the Road Not Taken in to my stride every time. I could have converted this pleasure into success, too, if I would have been more painstaking enough to plan the course the moment I was on a Rad Not Taken.

This not a regret, just a candid introspection, of my first innings………

Here is the poem and couple of interesting related video clips:

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.

Courtesy: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173536#poem

Robert Frost reads The Road Not Taken

Kevin Murphy, Professor of English at Ithaca College, examines the discrepancy between Robert Frost’s popularity during his lifetime and the darker implications of his poetry, as exemplified by one of his most cherished poems. Filmed in 1992.

Uploaded by IthacaCollege on Feb 29, 2008

And here is Robert Frost’s famous poem – The Road Not Taken- visualized!

Uploaded by janmensen on Apr 26, 2007

.. miles to go before I sleep .. . … … ..

While reading through the blogs on “Quality”, I landed upon my favorite poem of a favorite poet:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

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 the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

— Robert Frost

So, here is a chance cause that is the final trigger to put my “activities” of ” (all the) free time (in the world now)” onto a more disciplined and constructive use!!!!!