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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<br> | Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,<br> | ||
| − | And sorry I could not travel both<br> | + | And sorry '''I could not travel both<br> |
| − | And be one traveler, long I stood<br> | + | And be one traveler''', long I stood<br> |
And looked down one as far as I could<br> | And looked down one as far as I could<br> | ||
To where it bent in the undergrowth;<br> | To where it bent in the undergrowth;<br> | ||
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Because it was grassy and wanted wear;<br> | Because it was grassy and wanted wear;<br> | ||
Though as for that the passing there<br> | Though as for that the passing there<br> | ||
| − | Had worn them really about the same,<br> | + | '''Had worn them really about the same,<br>''' |
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And both that morning equally lay<br> | And both that morning equally lay<br> | ||
In leaves no step had trodden black.<br> | In leaves no step had trodden black.<br> | ||
| − | Oh, I kept the first for another day!<br> | + | '''Oh, I kept the first for another day!<br> |
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,<br> | Yet knowing how way leads on to way,<br> | ||
| − | I doubted if I should ever come back.<br> | + | I doubted if I should ever come back.<br>''' |
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I shall be telling this with a sigh<br> | I shall be telling this with a sigh<br> | ||
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Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—<br> | Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—<br> | ||
I took the one less traveled by,<br> | I took the one less traveled by,<br> | ||
| − | And that has made all the difference. | + | And that has made all the difference.}} |
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==Hugo== | ==Hugo== | ||
Revision as of 17:27, 14 February 2021
https://reason.com/volokh/2021/01/18/poetry-monday-evolution-by-langdon-smith/#comment-8712449
Baudelaire
Harmonie du soir, https://fleursdumal.org/poem/142
Voici venir les temps où vibrant sur sa tige
Chaque fleur s'évapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;
Les sons et les parfums tournent dans l'air du soir;
Valse mélancolique et langoureux vertige! ...
Frost, Robert
The Road Not Taken
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.
Hugo
LES DJINNS (https://www.oxfordlieder.co.uk/song/3739)
Murs, ville
Et port,
Asile
De mort,
Mer grise
Où brise
La brise
Tout dort.
Longfellow
Excelsior, https://www.bartleby.com/102/62.html Excelsior:
THE SHADES of night were falling fast,
As through an Alpine village passed
A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,
A banner with the strange device,
Excelsior!...
Millay
Dirge Without Music, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52773/dirge-without-music
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned...
Paterson
Clancy of the Overflow (http://www.middlemiss.org/lit/authors/patersonab/poetry/clancy.html)
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better
Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,
Just "on spec", addressed as follows: "Clancy, of The Overflow"...
Langdon Smith
Evolution ( https://msuweb.montclair.edu/~furrg/int/evolution.html; see also https://reason.com/volokh/2021/01/18/poetry-monday-evolution-by-langdon-smith/)
When you were a tadpole and I was a fish
In the Paleozoic time,
And side by side on the ebbing tide
We sprawled through the ooze and slime,
Or skittered with many a caudal flip
Through the depths of the Cambrian fen,
My heart was rife with the joy of life,
For I loved you even then…
