Two roads To be, or not to be
diverged in a yellow wood,
and both Must give us pause
that morning Dread equally lay.
I could not travel both. And
by opposing end them Long I stood
and looked down one Perchance
to dream as far’s No more I could.
I doubted if… No traveler returns
if I should e’er come back, And
makes us rather bear those ills
we have ages and ages hence.
Two roads To be, or not to be
diverged in a yellow wood…
And lose the name and that has made
Of action all the difference.
A collage poem. Words in italics by William Shakespeare; words not in italics by Robert Frost. Placing of words by me.
Image credit – More Than A Sunday Faith
william altoft 