Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
A BOAT, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July—
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear—
Long has paled that sunny sky;
Echoes fade and memories die;
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die;
Ever drifting down the stream—
Lingering in the golden gleam—
Life, what is it but a dream?
>>7391695
Just read this article about how many people misread that poem
http://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2015/09/11/the-most-misread-poem-in-america/
>>7391731
fuck off back to reddit
Is Frost actually popular outside the U.S.?
>>7391759
No.
>>7391742
Care to elaborate mate?
>>7391759
Yes, in Kebabistan.
>>7392040
you think america's not smart enough to understand poems because the liberal media told you so
go to >>/reddit/
>>7392049
You seem to have misunderstood. Sorry about your confusion lad.
>>7391731
This is tl;dr as fuck, and written like a narrative. Get to the god damned point.
>>7392040
your link is from reddit.com/r/books
I know because I too am a redditor.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
>>7391763
What do you mean 'no'? He's correct - you are just an ignorant tool.
>>7392440
Pleb, love, he is a pleb. :)
>>7392217
wow what a classic me --