Sunday, Beethoven, and Frost

By Paulo Coelho

Sunday evening, leaving the Pyrenèes tomorrow after a month long here (if you want to see what it looks like, go to > Photoblog > Day in Summer.)

Then there is Bethoven (thanks Maarit) and Robert Frost, that I want to share with you

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.

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  1. anna anasia says:

    You can take the other path at a later date, if you’re still in need of more exploration

  2. elijah says:

    …for all we are,are grain of sand.wet in the shore,dry in the sun.but i was flown by the breeze away from the shore,living in a porch of stones and ores,i see them sands wide in the open,moving each day as the shore would let them.i am here high in spirit,sittin,though a sand,but my way is different….

  3. THELMA says:

    ‘… But still I am wondering; where the other road would have lead me,
    what people I would have met, what loves I would have felt,
    what wounds or joys I would have experienced and what shores
    I would have stepped upon..’
    Now I am just the woman I was meant to be by following the road that Destiny has prepared for me.
    Thelma xxx

  4. Joy Lindsey says:

    Wow .. I am surprised there are no other comments .. I first came upon Frost in high school and Beethoven shortly thereafer .. I can remember sittimg in my SF apartment overlooking the Golden Gate Bridge, on a Sunday afternoon ,reading Frost and listening to Beethoven ,while sipping freshly brewed coffee .. Heaven !!! The sensation is fresh in my memory after 30 years.. My life is just that .. a road less reaveled because my experiences start and flow from me a unique .. spirit .. one with all and yet special.. as is a snowflake .. a speck of sand a star in the universe ..If I chose to think it so …and inspire me !!!