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December 18, 2009
Pondring Robert Frost
It was just the sun rising behind the bare winter trees
The light in my eyes played tricks on me
So I lowered my gaze and that is why
The two roads were all I could see.
Didn’t mention, but moments later the rising sun clearly showed
There were not two roads
And the wood wasn’t really yellow.
Verbally I was already committed to the duality
And the beauty of the math
That of two paths, one of me.
In reality though there was no road not taken.
Written by Angela Tanner. December 18, 2009 04:23 PM