Zen Pencils by Gavin Aung Than for May 16, 2022
May 09, 2022
May 23, 2022
Transcript:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. And sorry I could not travel both... and be one traveler, long I stood and I 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 roadsdiverged in a wood and I- I took the one less traveled by... and that has made all the difference. -The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.
FreyjaRN Premium Member over 2 years ago
I love how this is illustrated.
Vet Premium Member over 2 years ago
All our roads go in the same direction, our destination is the same, enjoy the experience. You only get to do it once.
A# 466 over 2 years ago
An expanded version of this concept is explored in Auster’s (very long) novel, “4321”.
papajim545 over 2 years ago
Both turned out well
smith.jerry over 2 years ago
Always loved that poem and you just made it better Gavin. Thanks man
Bill D. Kat Premium Member over 2 years ago
I must have missed the point of the poem all these years. I thought it meant that the less traveled road led to a better outcome in Mr. Frost’s life. This comic suggests the outcome is the same no matter which path is taken which would nullify the point of the poem.
Rocky Premium Member over 2 years ago
Outstanding. I am at that point in my life where time is winding down and I wonder where another choice, long ago, might have led me. I am happy in my present life, but still, I wonder…Thank you for another great story.
BigMac over 2 years ago
In an infinite multi-verse you get to follow all of them.
MCProfessor over 2 years ago
This has changed my take on the great old poem.
garcalej over 2 years ago
Sometimes it’s not the road. It’s the man who walks it.