I'd paint my face in crimson
hues, if only to depict the
words inexpressible by my
lips - because not every
verb requires an adverb,
nor sight a sound.

I welcomed Passion's arrival
before longevity, before pride
or prestige. His was the voice
to fill a cavernous void - to
seal holes with letters,
impulse with reason.

And with Passion came Satisfaction:
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.

06/04/2004

Author's Note: I first read Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" in my 8th grade English class. I remember feeling completely captivated by every aspect of the poem - his diction, his poignant message, and his beautiful command of the English language. This poem has remained with me throughout the past four years, usually lingering in the back of my mind until I periodically revisit old poetry books. Every event in my life has ultimately come full circle, returning to this poem – and back to my search for that which keeps my heart happy, not my head.

Posted on 06/06/2004
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