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[aydann]

I have always liked this poem.

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

Comments

[harrowing_grace]

You know, it's funny, cuz I've always hated that poem. But I am in the minority, so you win. :P

That's part of what I love about literature. A poem can mean something to one person, and nothing at all to the next. It's so damn personal.

[aydann]

here's the deal, i get really caught up in the flow of words, and rhymes in particular. there's a poem in German i had to memorize when i was 13 that i still can recite from memory because of how it sounds. i don't particularly care for the meaning of the poem, just feel of the words.

[bears_place]

It sort of make me flee ^^

But for totally other reasons. They had put it to music (why, I don't know) and it's something I had to learn when I was doing some sort of new england states chorus thing. Every couple days over and over and over and... you get the idea.

[aydann]

ugh they put it to music? i can see that would be annoying.

[bears_place]

Yeah. Yellow should not have 3 sylables.

Oh god, it's coming back to me. Heeeeeelp!

[pureyaoi]

I didn't know you were in state chorus. o.O I didn't know Bears sang!!