From: Poltsamaa, Estonia
Date: 4 to 17 November, 2008
Those pictures with a person strolling on a country road usually remind most Taiwanese their first English poem, the Road Not Taken by Robert Frost. No matter which road we take, we can appreciate the view. Even there is no scenery, we still can enjoy the time of being alone. For that popular road, we have the same happiness of common. For the road not so popular, we have our own special experience. After understanding this, it will not be that difficult to make the choice at the intersection.
Let's review the poem:
Two road 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 doublted 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.