Kimberly Mackay's Blog (2)

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 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 firs… Continue

Self Pity I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself. DH Lawrence This is my all time favorite poem. Simple yet powerful. I love how it is so short and concise, yet it is able to touch on a variety of themes; regret, self worth, fear, dignity, morality... I love the way he approaches death as part of the process and not the end. It is obviously inevitable that everyone will die. It is how we chos… Continue