THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
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 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
FIRE AND ICE
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
-- Robert Frost
‘They stood alone on separate ways
Two pillars made of ice and snow
And on into the passing days
They hadn’t the heart to stay or go
She was lost, unknown, confused
A rose caught in a devil’s snare
He was tired, used, abused
An angel in a monster’s lair
Two troubled souls of black and white
Searching for answers they did not know
Yet left in reach of blinding sight
The answer etched in ice and snow…
…But mirror eyes cannot hope to see
Nor fragile hearts to feel
The wind, the rain, the fire, the sea
What is false? What is real?
Angel keys and Mystic lure
A Dream, by moon, unclasp
For her to reach out for the future
And him break free from the past
These pillars melt from wind and flame
These hearts unlock to truth
The rose will bloom and just the same
So shall the angel unroot
Her heart longed to love and be loved in return
And now with her unshadowed sight
Wings shall encase them and she will learn
That he has tainted her world white.’
--K.B Mallari
