Heya Folks,
Life continues with surprising ordinariness in Hanoi, so in the absence of any exciting news this week I thought I'd post one of my favourite poems, which has alot of relevance to my trip and experience. Enjoy!
(actually called 'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, 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!
Though knowing how way leads onto 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.
SarahHeadsEast xx
PS Thanks Joey, I read this on your blog, thank you for reminding me of why I'm in Hanoi, and reminding me of one of my favourite poems ever!
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