(The Road Not Taken, by Robert Frost)
This world opens
roads of all diverse sincerities
dubious insights vying, each road granting entry differently,
yet each letting loose over wild
whimsies of opened dreams.
All new dreams
seep over rustic rushes, yielding
clammy, orphaned, understated life, despairing
nothing other than
tents removed and vaulted, each leaving
brothers of the heart.
Another never discovered
or never explored
the rest and vexing, entered long enchanting rivets
left over night grown
saline tongues of old dishes.
Anytime night dries
lying open, out knocking
differences over wishes now,
owning no expense
faces as rigid
cold ordered undercurrents left dissident.
winding, here ending riches, ended
before each necessary trio
tangles, heaping eagerly
up near dear eternity rests, glowing round with tempered heats.
Then having each new
trade of open kindness,
this here establishes
our true humors, entered restlessly,
jollies uncertain – still this
finds an inner repose.
As never dreamt,
here a value is newly given,
paid enough respect, having a penchant surreal,
to have elated
bright, eagerly tried, tear-eaten ruts
cut long across inner masks.
But enough cause and use seems evaded
with a song
guiding rains and singing salted yeast,
(a northern delicacy)
whipped and nostril-tied, each dear
weapon edged and ready.
This has our undercurrent going heavy
fanning out radials
that have a track
that heavens escape,
preoccupied and sent sailing in newer grasses
to hail each reticent end.
However, a doe
wears out relatively new
trails here, entering mildly,
rueful ever about latent lions yelling
and boring on under the
tempered haven encamped
silently amidst mowed entrenchments.
A nibbled dent
between our touching hands
that hold a treat
meant only, reflecting not, in nails gained,
escorted quite unevenly and left laying yonder
looking at you.
love ever after vows each step
secretly – there each promise
has a destiny
that reaches our delayed death, ending naively
before love actually comes knightly.
know either providence trusts,
forward, I rest securely tonight,
fearless, or retiring
and never opening this heart enjoined repose
deep and yearning.
Yearning effectually, this
keeling nonsense of ways ingrain new guesses
having out with
ways after your
lessoning erupts and deals softly
wakening and yielding.
deafly ordered underlings buy tents enfleshed, dispirited
sickly heavy or unconsciously laid down
ever vied, ever ready,
calling out mistaken encouragement
before a child kneeling.
surrender here a lowing lull
this election, logic left in neutral guess
to his unswerving season,
while I take hold,
stayed in great hesitation.
Symbols of my eternity were heard ‘ere rising, enthroned
against grace’s eager succor
and new deliveries
although glaring ensigns still
herald each new choice encountered.
They will observe
rich offerings ahead, down steady,
draped in veracity entered red, growing each day
wearing out ourselves deploring
all naive doubts
traded out our knife,
the hard escape
of no earnest
left ended, set sadly,
tolled ribs and veiled eyes lying eastward, dimly
A new direction,
taking hand and toe,
has already set
my attitude: desperately encouraged,
and living love
through holy enchantment –
dearly, I found friendship eternal reaching each new chosen engagement.