Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Poetry

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN BY Robert 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 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 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.

This Poem by Robert Frost represents the travelling into the unknown. It does not directly define the afterlife as The Underworld, but it shows us the path to the afterlife no matter what it may be. When it says "Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally layIn leaves no step had trodden black." The black could represent hell and the underworld which he is trying to avoid.

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