Mary Oliver - “The Journey” - Miami Arts Charter

[Pages:2]Mary Oliver - "The Journey"

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you

kept shouting their bad advice -though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug

at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy

was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voice behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do -determined to save the only life that you could save.

Robert Frost - "The Road Not Taken"

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, 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 step 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 traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

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