Life Changing Poetry

Robert Frost is one of my favorite poets. The first poem I ever read of his was “The Road Not Taken” written in 1915 just before America entered WWI in 1917. I didn’t realize until quite a while later what it really meant, I just knew it touched me.
What’s interesting about this poem and endears Frost to me is that the poem was actually a joke at the expense of his good friend Edward Thomas whom was also a poet. Edward was a very indecisive man and after a walk in the woods with Frost one day Frost wrote “The Road Not Taken” as a joke. Frost read the poem to some college students and they loved it but took it seriously. Frost was quoted as saying, “I’m never more serious than when joking.” Edward did not take the meaning of this poem as a joke when Frost sent it to him. He took it as serious reflection to take decisive action and joined the military to fight in the war. He would die two months later in France.
The point behind this blog tonight is how powerful words are and how everyone’s perception of them are different. The whole meaning of it is a single decision can change a person’s life. This poem means something different to me now, it reflects my decision to accept the most vulnerable parts of a man I love and how it’s given me the most beautiful woman I could ever desire. Amber is truly my “pretty girl.”  So here’s a poem for her…
The Road Not Taken — by 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 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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