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 far,
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 eve 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. Ray, 17
Toronto CANADA Even if I live forever, I know this much is true, there never was and never will be anyone but you. Helena, 31
Sydney AUSTRALIA Right now I'm muddling through my days with the quote, "Something attempted, something done, has earned a night's repose." Jill, 59
Saylorsburg, PA Mentally (which I am not taking to be emotionally) I had trouble with calculus in high school, which was surprising because I had never encoutered so many problems with math. I also worked in shoe factory one summer stamping order tickets and it was a mental challenge not to run out of the place screaming. I felt like Sysiphous pushing the boulder up the mountain only to have it fall back down again. Also, the first summer I spend in NYC was sweltering and it was incredibly hard not to beat someone silly or scream on a clautrophopic subway, jam-packed with humans and no A/C. Felicia, 34
Somerville, MA Coleridge's "Christabel" and Christina Rossetti's "Goblin Market." I have a thing for epics. Amy, 23
Baton Rouge, LA Can't pick a favorite on this one, poetry has too much variety for that. Alias Irrelevante
this one of mine. I don't consider myself egotistical, just an exceptional writer. Flutterbye
Anthony, 24
Baton Rouge, LA
Somerville, MA The Purple Cow I never saw a Purple Cow,
I never hope to see one;
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one. Gelett Burgess Nicole
Elk Grove, CA Jabberwocky by Lewis Carrol. Felicia, 34
Somerville, MA My favorite poem comes from Toni Morrison's book Beloved. It's too long to reproduce entirely, so I've only included the very end. Beloved
You are my sister
You are my daughter
You are my face; you are me
I have found you again; you have come back to me
You are my Beloved
You are mine
You are mine
You are mine I have your milk
I have your smile
I will take care of you
You are my face; I am you. Why did you leave me who am you?
I will never leave you again
Don't ever leave me again
You will never leave me again
You went in the water
I drank your blook
I brought your milk You forgot to smile
I loved you
You hurt me
You came back to me
You left me
I waited for you
You are mine
You are mine
You are mine Laura, 35
Lowell, MA In Memorium by Tennyson(I think) really rocks. . .It's way long though, and purty damn dense. . .I love the Shakespeare sonnet about his love's eyes being nothing like the sun. . .Coleridge did some really beautiful perverse stuff, as did William Blake. . . Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath always works for me, even though intellectually I know hubby and Poet Laureate Ted Hughes is a much better writer. . . mothmc, 35
Pensacola, FL