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"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and sorry I was that I could not take both. But be one traveler long I stood, looking down each far as I could, until it faded 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." -Robert Frost |
| "Some people say that what we want is truth, But is the truth we seek so worth the try, For almost never does this goal us soothe, Why seek the truth, when we can have a lie? Too oft our wise man's thought with sadness teems, To make our women, men and children weep? Why don't we keep us warm in soft sweet dreams? Instead, on our loved truth's cold bed we sleep. Harsh truth doth break our fragile fantasies. Why does this ag'ny so appealing seem? Untruth doth mend these painful fallacies, And let our saddened faces once more gleam. The truth is painful, that you can't deny, So once again, why truth and not a lie?" -N. Naroditski. |
| "The Night" Outside my home the darkness reigns And while inside it's warm and light The darkness presses on the panes. The darkness of the night. The night, the night, the sacred night The time for dreams and fears Th'eternal darkness of the night The place for smiles and tears The light of day's garish and gay The night is deep and still The day was made for work and play Love and thought the night will fill. The night, the night, the magic night The time for thought and passion The time for poets, lovers, dreamers For heart and mind the night was fashioned. The night, though dreaded, feared by many Is but a blessing in disguise For although day is loved and blessed In night will mankind's zenith rise. N. Naroditski |
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"I do not love thee- no, I do not love thee! And yet when thou art absent, I am sad; and envy even the bright blue sky above thee, whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad. I do not love thee!-yet I know not why, whate'er thou dost still seems well done, to me: and often in my solitude I sigh that those I do love are not more like thee! I do not love thee!- yet when thou art gone, I hate the sound (though those who speak may be dear) which breaks the lingering echo of the tone thy voice of music leaves upon my ear. I do not love thee!- yet thy speaking eyes, with their deep, bright and most expressive blue, between me and the midnight heaven arise oftener than any eyes I ever knew. I know I do not love thee! - yet, alas! Others will scarcely trust my candid heart; And oft I catch them smiling as they pass, Because they see me gazing where thou art." -Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton |
| Props to Nick, Wyant and Michelle for letting me post their AWESOME poetry on my website! |
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| Water sparkles in a bowl, A sand whispers in the air Love stirs the soul, And I hope you know I care. If I said I love you, If I asked you to never leave Would you say you love me too? Will you say "I'll never leave"? I'll keep you with me Until time decides to stop I'll hold you till you see I'll help you grow and reach the top I love you now I'll love you then All I can say is "Now" I hope it'll never end - W. Unruh |
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