As a very young girl I lived with my paternal grandmother
for three formative years. Being an enthusiastic teacher and lover of words,
she invariably had quotations written all over the house... literally. On the
backs of cupboard doors, on calendars, napkins or wherever she happened to
be. With this in mind I am finding the
authors, in alphabetical sequence, of many of her favorite quotations and am
adding some of those that are special to my family as well. Hope you enjoy!
Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an
American poet. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of
rural life and his command of American colloquial speech. His work frequently employed settings from rural life in New England
in the early twentieth century, using them to examine complex social
and philosophical themes. One of the most popular and critically
respected American poets of his generation, Frost was honored frequently
during his lifetime, receiving four Four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry.
Living,as I do,on the East Coast (of Canada) I feel a special affinity with the works of Robert Frost. This particular poem is also special to both of our daughters. Our second daughter quoted this piece to justify her decision to choose a High School that was different than the one "the rest of us" had chosen. ( the first two stanzas) then this same poem was read to her on her wedding day, by our first daughter, with emphasis on the last two lines.
I would be terribly remiss in my effort to pay tribute to the "sayings" that my grandmother cherished, if I did not include this short quotation. It is one of many that she penned in an "autograph book" that she gave as a gift to my father in 1961.
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Living,as I do,on the East Coast (of Canada) I feel a special affinity with the works of Robert Frost. This particular poem is also special to both of our daughters. Our second daughter quoted this piece to justify her decision to choose a High School that was different than the one "the rest of us" had chosen. ( the first two stanzas) then this same poem was read to her on her wedding day, by our first daughter, with emphasis on the last two lines.
The Road Not Taken
A young R.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 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.
Robert Frost
Mountain Interval
1916
Mountain Interval
1916
I would be terribly remiss in my effort to pay tribute to the "sayings" that my grandmother cherished, if I did not include this short quotation. It is one of many that she penned in an "autograph book" that she gave as a gift to my father in 1961.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.
Sam Walter Foss
Birthplace of Sam Foss in Candia, New Hampshire: the original "House by the Side of the Road" |
I love that Robert Frost poem. Makes you stop and wonder about choices and 'what if'. the house by The side of the road, is what I imagine a lot of our Ketchum, McLaughlin & Kelly ancestors may have been, just like that.
ReplyDeleteKathy at Oak Lawn Images
Thanks, Kathy! Glad you stopped by. I found it interesting as well!
ReplyDeletePatricia, Sugar & Spice & All Things ? Nice
Robert Frost is my favorite - and this one - well so many memories. ;-)
ReplyDeleteone of my very favorites poems
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lynn.
DeleteI'm not totally familiar with Robert Frost's works but I do know and love this poem...it reminds me of Dad.
ReplyDeleteWhat better reason than that to love it!! Thanks, Monica
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