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November 21, 2009
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Robert Frost.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo 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 thereHad worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally layIn 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 sighSomewhere 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.

after a bit of contemplation…quite happy with this path. It was 8th grade. Our latin teacher was Mr. Toone (he proved to be as great as his name… and he indeed moved to a “tune” that few understood, but if they did…. oh man, twas’ a treat). He drilled Latin into our brains for 2 hours a day…. his teachings always were deeply intertwined with life’s lessons and satirical twists, this always kept my (Amy’s) outright attention and lead me down a path that encouraged a love affair for words and analyzing everything. To this day I remember everything from that classroom… I can’t say the same for a single teacher since (high school, undergrad, and now graduate…). This Frost poem was a mandatory for Mr. Toone. If you couldn’t recite it with ease and eloquence, you were made fool of and then erased from his awareness and given no attention. I learned it. I loved it. To this day, it still floats across the forefront of my thoughts as I relate it to life’s many choices (especially in this day; where picking dish washing detergents means wasted minutes agonizing over a hundred brands.) Mr. Toone used this poem to both illustrate and appreciate hidden satire; to many, The Road Not Taken is a poem about complete individualism, about knowing your path and having no regrets. Critic Lawrence Thompson says “oh contraire“… apparently Frost had a terminally inflicted walking partner; a man who pondered, wondered, considered and debated the path he did not choose. Hence Frost’s portrayal of the inner dilemma. We however, choose to read the last lines with our own interpretation, that’s what poetry is for anyhow right? To each his own.______________________________________________________________________________________________The boots are a vintage buy, I haven’t taken them off since the purchase. The leather was another steal…. we had been on a long and seemingly endless hunt for the perfect brown leather jacket. I was shopping for my Halloween costume and ta da… it was in a corner, illuminating perfection and feelings of belonging. I have never scurried in such a hurry. Thick, soft, supple, used, abused… its everything you want in vintage leather. The dress is perfect for the fall if you still want to bring some neutrals into your daily. A soft taupe crochet dress that goes perfect for almost any occasion; day, night, wedding, meeting… and so on. Love to all.

Xx Amy and Alex