Two roads diverged in a…

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and I was seriously thinking of taking the one less travelled by
until I saw more than two roads branching
five, eight, a dozen -- from broad paved highways
to rocky goat paths -- and while I hesitated, one foot in the air
I realized that all I wanted was to sit down
and not think about roads anymore.

(with a nod to Frost. And a bit of surprise to find out that Wikipedia's entry on his poem has a detailed literary analysis of it. I suppose it counts as objective. Sort of, kind of.)

Have I mentioned that I hate the academic job market?

3 thoughts on “Two roads diverged in a…”

  1. Sympathies on the multitude of choices. Swarthmore professor Barry Schwartz wrote a book a couple years ago called The Paradox of Choice in which he said (as I understand it, having not read the book myself) that having too many choices tends to just overwhelm us rather than being a good thing; I don’t know that I agree in general, but sometimes it sure can be overwhelming.

    I know what my own Frostian choice tends to be, but that doesn’t help those of you who are more adventurous. 🙂

  2. Jim (of Tallahassee)

    Thanks for the poems, they are great little snatches of art that I’ve been forwarding on to several of my friends.

    I hope tthings sort themselves out to your liking.

    All the best,

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