March 18, 2013

Signs of Spring #8

While the poem below is not entirely linked with the idea of spring, it is one of my favourites and is also an indication of how I have been feeling lately. In fact, I've been trying to write a whole article on it.
In the meantime, enjoy some more wordy goodness from Robert Frost:

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 marked 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. 

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March 15, 2013

Signs of Spring #7

Signs of Spring #7
Where am I going? I don't quite know. Down to the stream where the king-cups grow- Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow- ...
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March 13, 2013

Signs of Spring #5

Signs of Spring #5
Once more the Heavenly Power Makes all things new, And domes the red-plowed hills With loving blue; The blackbirds have their w...
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