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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. II Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. III One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom.
catching a sunken rock. They would not find me changed from him they knew-Only more sure of all I thought was true. Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me. We've said we two. As you and I are married to each other. IV 'Fred. Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. my love. where is north?' 'North? North is there. Fearless of ever finding open land. We'll both be married to the brook.I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away.and you with me -Because we're -.' 'West-running Brook then call it. . Look.' ' 'Why. who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. The brook runs west. it's waving to us with a wave To let us know it hears me.) 'What does it think k's doing running west When all the other country brooks flow east To reach the ocean? It must be the brook Can trust itself to go by contraries The way I can with you -. look. Let's change that to we three. I do not see why I should e'er turn back. We'll build Our bridge across it.' (West-Running Brook men call it to this day. That wave's been standing off this jut of shore --' (The black stream. and the bridge shall be Our arm thrown over it asleep beside it.we're -. What are we?' 'Young or new?' 'We must be something.I don't know what we are. my dear.
If not to you It was to me -.and unresisted. Not gaining but not losing. I was going to say. . light.' 'Yes. Some say existence like a Pirouot And Pirouette. in our impatience of the steps. over us.' Were made in heaven. Stands still and dances. You thought of something. It is from that in water we were from Long. And it is time. too. Here we. like a bird White feathers from the struggle of whose breast Flecked the dark stream and flecked the darker pool Below the point. It seriously.It is your brook! I have no more to say. life and loveAnd even substance lapsing unsubstantial. if you take it off to lady-land. sadly. and were at last driven wrinkled In a white scarf against the far shore alders. It flows between us. but it runs away. Save by some strange resistance in itself. tone. It flows beside us in this water brook. As't were the country of the Amazons We men must see you to the confines of And leave you there.' 'Oh. see how the brook In that white wave runs counter to itself. yet it was.) 'That wave's been standing off this jut of shore Ever since rivers. Go on. long before we were from any creature.' 'Speaking of contraries. forever in one place. Get back to the beginning of beginnings. ourselves forbid to enter. But it flows over us. It flows between us To separate us for a panic moment. The universal cataract of death That spends to nothingness -. and with us.in an annunciation. The stream of everything that runs away.Flung backward on itself in one white wave. strength.' 'It wasn't. And the white water rode the black forever. you have. It wasn't waved to us. runs away To fill the abyss' void with emptiness.
I have been one acquainted with the night. to-day will be the day You said the brook was called West-running Brook.. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes. It is most us. I have it in me so much nearer home . It has this throwing backward on itself So that the fall of most of it is always Raising a little. The sun runs down in sending up the brook. But not to call me back or say good-bye. As if regret were in it and were sacred. but a throwing back. unwilling to explain.' 'To-day will be the day. And there is something sending up the sun..' V I have been one acquainted with the night. Against the stream.' 'To-day will be the day of what we both said. It is from this in nature we are from. that most we see ourselves in. The brook runs down in sending up our life. I have walked out in rain – and back in rain. And further still at an unearthly height One luminary clock against the sky Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. The tribute of the current to the source. I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have outwalked the furthest city light.Not just a swerving. Our life runs down in sending up the clock. I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street.. sending up a little.You said so.' 'No. It is this backward motion toward the source. VI They cannot scare me with their empty spaces Between stars – on stars where no human race is.
’ ‘I never dared be radical when young.’ ‘A liberal is a man too broad-minded to take his own side in a quarrel. Some say in ice.’ ‘ Forgive.’ . Be something.’ ‘The brain is a wonderful organ. It goes on.’ ‘Don’t be agnostic. From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire.To scare myself with my own desert places.’ ‘In three words I can sum up everything that I have learned about life. for fear it would make me conservative when old. But if it had to perish twice. but never remembers her age. my little jokes on Thee And I’ll forgive Thy great big one on me. It starts working the moment you get up in the morning and does not stop until you get into the office.’ ‘A diplomat is a man who always remembers a woman’s birthday. …and some quotes… ‘Most of the change we see in life is due to truths being in and out of favor.’ ‘Freedom lies in being bold.’ ‘A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawyer. I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice. O Lord. VII Some say the world will end in fire.