from green to black

getting a new compass?

The Road Not Taken
by: Robert Frost (1874-1963)

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.



i've reached my split in the path
yet they all seem to lead to rome
where is the way i wish to find
the one with untreaded stone.
a loss! we walk this path just once
away from the safety of home


in contrast

The Desert
Minnie Louise Haskins (1875-1957)

I said to the man who stood at the
Gate of the Year,
`Give me a light that I may tread
safely into the unknown.'

And he replied,

`Go out into the darkness,
and put your hand into the Hand of God.
That shall be to you better than light,
and safer than a known way.'

posted by green unseen @ 11:52 PM