By Heart
This is coming straight from the heart.
I read these two poems in school,probably in 9th or 10th standard and I remember loving them both,there could be several reasons.The Brook because the meaning of my name is Brook and my name is Jafar; and the road not taken because it tells the reader to do something new.Here are the poems,tell me if you like them too.
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.
And here is the other one
The Brook by Alfred Lord Tennyson
I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern,
To bicker down a valley.By thirty hills I hurry down,
Or slip between the ridges,
By twenty thorpes, a little town,
And half a hundred bridges.Till last by Philip’s farm I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.I chatter over stony ways,
In little sharps and trebles,
I bubble into eddying bays,
I babble on the pebbles.With many a curve my banks I fret
By many a field and fallow,
And many a fairy foreland set
With willow-weed and mallow.I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.I wind about, and in and out,
With here a blossom sailing,
And here and there a lusty trout,
And here and there a grayling,And here and there a foamy flake
Upon me, as I travel
With many a silvery waterbreak
Above the golden gravel,And draw them all along, and flow
To join the brimming river
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.I steal by lawns and grassy plots,
I slide by hazel covers;
I move the sweet forget-me-nots
That grow for happy lovers.I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,
Among my skimming swallows;
I make the netted sunbeam dance
Against my sandy shallows.I murmur under moon and stars
In brambly wildernesses;
I linger by my shingly bars;
I loiter round my cresses;And out again I curve and flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.
I love Frost, thank you for the post. My fav of his is “Stopping by the Woods…” I live in New England and it is reminiscent of winter here.
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How could one forget this lovely poem and even these lines- And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
You must feel so lucky for living there and feeling so close to the poem.
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It lingers in my head every winter as I swiftly drive through the several feet of snow. We usually do the horse drawn sleigh thing too, it is just lovely.
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This sounds so nice and classy.I’d love to visit there and ride the horse drawn sleigh one day.
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If all the ‘stars align’ on the evening adventure it is just like what you would see in the movies… lightly snowing on a brisk evening, stars in the sky, moon shining brightly, you see your breath and the steam rising from your hot apple cider (or hot toddy) while wrapped in a blanket and the bells of the horses jingling away, nothing else like it. You need to visit New England someday. Put it on your list of things to do!
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Thanks a lot for such vivid description,I could almost imagine myself there.
Visiting New England and doing these things is on my list,I’d visit there whenever I can.
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Both poems are classic. Terrific choices for this Daily Post. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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Great..Frost and Tennyson..both are my favourite poets… 🙂
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That’s great,Ma’am 🙂
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