The Monday Morning Quote #35

I sit in my makeshift study in Cork catching up on emails and other administration.

I’m slightly distracted by the arrival of the first swifts of the year and reflect on the choices that have taken me to this happy place in my life.

First published in 1916, Robert Frost’s poem has always appealed to me. It has two interpretations, literal and ironic, I can identify with both.

The Road Less Travelled

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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.

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