My iPhone told me that today is Poem in Your Pocket Day. Not wishing to be contrary, I complied.
Later, I learned that Poem in Your Pocket Day was actually over 2 weeks ago, on April 14. Nevertheless, I did not regret the mistake. I enjoyed an old favorite which, for many reasons, is of recent most apropos:
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, 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 feet 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 travelled by,
and that has made all the difference
– Robert Frost
Yes, in the present era this poem is almost cliche. Many of us know it from the time we are small children still tripping over multisyllabic words. Perhaps it’s because of this familiarity that I turn to the words for periodic comfort, inspiration.