“Given the pervasiveness of Frost’s lines, it should come as no surprise that the popularity of “The Road Not Taken” appears to exceed that of every other major twentieth-century American poem, including those often considered more central to the modern (and modernist) era.”Author Orr listed the GOOGLE stats of searches to prove it! Who knew this particular was so popular?Parts of verses still stick in my mind and when I saw this scene in the woods, they came right up. When I was in grade school, we had to memorize a poem a week and recite it from memory.
Something there is that does love a bridge
The Pittsburgh Bridges galleries from the past two days have evoked a tremendous response from blog viewers. The views today add more weather and some are taken from the river while on the Ducky Tour or the wedding below.
Cheri Lucas Rowlands at WordPress really unleashed so many of the BRIDGE photos I’ve taken. And finding so many images with bridges makes me realize I have taken bridges for granted.
And my friend V is right about the photos- people respond to the the bridge structures, NOT the sunsets taken from a bridge.
Smithfield Bridge in the snow
SINGER SONGWRITER-Sue Gartland (Ford Fairlaine link)
Ready to lace up the panels for Knit the Bridge
Kevin and Kat were married on the Three Rivers Queen and there are numerous shots with various bridges in their wedding highlights.
My sister wrote to remind me that April 30th (tomorrow) is Poem in Your Pocket Day.
Don’t have a poem?
You can download one from the American Academy of Poets site right here
When I taught in a K-8 school, I had a basket of poems for the office counter with a sign, TAKE ONE.
I read a poem a day over the PA for the K-2 morning announcements for the month of April, National Poetry Month.
Sometimes the poem taker would put back the poem they selected in search of one that spoke to them.
Tonight I printed out The Pasture by Robert Frost. Put it in my denim blazer pocket.
When I was in the third grade (1960) I had to memorize and recite it at the end of the year “stepping up” ceremony.
Mary is going to have one of our mother’s favorite- Walt Whitman’s Elegy- When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed
What poem will you have in your pocket to read and share?
Two roads diverged on a city hill.
I really wasn’t sorry I could not take either of them.
No outlet, squared.
And when the light turned green,
I headed on over the bridge at the bottom of the hill instead of choosing.
Apologies to Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken
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 favor 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.