October 26, 2010
Frost Butts 2
Two butts 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 toilet paper 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 butts diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
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I’ve been waiting for this.
Thank you.
“looked down one as far as I could.”
“Because it was grassy”
one traveler, long.
The brilliance of Rawbutt Frost.
thank you, Rick. I needed that.
That’s so good, Rick.
One of these days I’ll tell you about Robert Frost’s Marxist grandson.
I hope “After Apple Picking” is on the horizon.
Cindy, you nasty.
uh-huh
“Birches” would be good too.
I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.
Before you know it, Daryl will be offering a course on Frost Butts appreciation.
I will also have to tell y’all the story about “I’m gon’ get me a switch.”