Final Qustions

167) In Glass Menagerie, what does Laura do all day instead of going to the school? A) Walk around the Park  B) Go to the Art Museum  C) Go to the Zoo D) All of the above   (Jacky Wong, 8th Period)

168) In The Great Gatsby, according to Nick, what was Gatsby looking at the night Nick first saw him?

A) A lighthouse B) Daisy's dock C) The Meaning of Life D) A horseracing track

(Jacky Wong 8th Period)

169) What is a  dystopia? A) An imaginary place where people lead dehumanized and often fearful lives    B) The opposite of an utopia    C) All of the Above    D) None of the Above  (Jacky Wong, 8th Period)

170) The young child ______________ the older man as he kept coming to bother him.

A) Espoused   B) Burnished   C) Discomfited    D) Engendered    (Jacky Wong, 8th Period)

171) The ____________ of the new medicine was proven to be amazing.

A) Efficacy   B) Affront   C) Detritus    D) Inexorable  (Jacky Wong, 8th Period)

Susan Cain: The Power of Introverts

This TED talk interested me because I feel like I am an introvert. I feel like Susan read my face and knows exactly what my life was from her talk. This talk wasn't as confusing or as weird as some other talks that we have seen. Her point about how the extroverts assert more control than the introverts seem to be true. I have seen many of these leaders, but there are also many introvert leaders in history who have been successful. The way she shows us the things in the bag also seems expected if you think about it too.

Suggested TED Talk

Sergey Brin: Why Google Glass?

This TED talk is quite interesting, maybe only to me. This is because it is about Google Glass which could be an innovation where humans get more advanced. The speaker is part of the team who created the Google Glass so it is information.

Glass Menagerie Questions

1) What does Laura do all day instead of going to the school? A) Walk around the Park  B) Go to the Art Museum  C) Go to the Zoo D) All of the above

2) Where did Tom say he was at during Scene 4? A) At work B) At the movies C) At the store  D) None of the above

3) What does the D. in Jame D. O'Conner mean (Said in scene 6)? A) Delaney  B) Dominick  C) Donald  D) Delfino

4) In Scene 7, what does Tom intend to do? A) Look for his father  B) Join The Union of Merchant Seamen   C) Take a public speaking course   D) Keep going to the movies

5) Why do the lights go off at the beginning of Scene 8? A) The city had a blackout  B) Someone closed the lights  C) Tom didn't pay the electric bills  D) Tom closed the lights so they can have a  candlelight dinner

6) What is Tom's punishment for neglecting to pay the electric bill?  A) He has to clean the dishes  B) He has to go out to buy candles  C) He has to go out to pay the electric bill  D) He doesn't get dinner

7) Jim is engaged with ______________    A) Laura   B)  May   C) Betty   D) Iris

8) How does The Glass Menagerie end?  A) Laura blows out some candles   B) Jim comes back and asks Laura to marry him   C) The father comes back  D) None of the above

9) What does Tom say about his job at the warehouse in the last scene? A) He hopes it will help them forever   B) He will abandon the Merchant Seamen and keep his job   C) He says his boss fired him
D) He says the warehouse is where he works, not make friends

10) The father comes back at the end of the play and helps the family out of their economic problems
 A) True  B) False

Steve Jobs- TED talks

I feel like Steve's life is one full of risks, to drop out of college and sleep on his friend's floors and starting businesses. It was unfair of the people to fire Steve from his own company. They eventually hired him back at the cost of awkwardly seeing him around after they fired him. He created Pixar, which has grown to be a great movie-making company. His luck in getting into thew calligraphy class was amazing, to be able to drop out of college and getting into the calligraphy class. He believes in what he did in the past will come back and help him in the future but I do not believe this.

TED Talks- 2 from in class

Tony Robbins:

This TED talk seems really interesting, with all these curses and swears in it, it seems more interesting to me because if we weren't watching, we might want to look up when he swears to see what he is doing. Also he makes fun of the audience when he asks the questions or he congratulates them which shows me he can be a so-so guy. But, by just listening to the rest of the TED talk made me feel confused and by understanding other parts, it makes me feel like he is asking, "Why do we live?" which makes me feel like he is one of the crazy people who want to find the meaning of life.

David Blaine:

This guy seems like a crazy man. That was the first thing I thought when I heard of what he did. He found a way to live his life and find a meaning of life for him. To him it is something great and fun, to us he is crazy. The ways he tried to make himself look like he wasn't breathing looked scary and it could kill you via the pipe method. He did accomplish 17 min of no breathing but it hurt him. But he should be proud that he accomplished this. He found his way of life and we need to find ours.

David Pogue: 10 top time-saving tech tips

I believe that David Pogue needs to relax a little. Also it seems kind of lazy to me that he is telling us how to be more "efficient" and to be honest, I think that a lot of people already know these things or most of these things. A lot of these seems more like common sense to do with technology that everyone knows. HE seems like he is stressed and just repeating many things a lot of people know. I do not see why people need to know this though, they can easily do what they have been doing and it can be instinct to do what they always do instead of doing something new.

The Great Gatsby Review

I think that The Great Gatsby was a bad movie. I would personally give it a 2/5 star rating. The movie did not live up to the book's expectations. It did not have some of the information in the book, for example: Nick fell asleep alone at Gatsby's funeral but actually there were 2 or 3 others there with him. Also the part where they had modern music at Gatsby's party felt really weird to me because they did not have the music piece that they put in. Also the part where Tom's mistress was killed seem too exaggerated to me. Also the part where Wilson shot Gatsby was way too dramatic in my opinion. Gatsby slowly died over a couple minutes but if it was in reality, he would be dead in a matter of seconds and not be able to think. Also the emotions seemed to over dramatic and it would have been better to have made more scenes for us too see.

Award Winning Speech

Jacky Wong

Award Speech

5/9/13

            Hello! I would like to thank everyone who has helped me achieve this moment, to be able to become 1^st place in the 2036 singles badminton bracket, here in Tokyo. This is a great achievement in life. I would like to thank my parents for introducing me to badminton when I was a lot younger. I also want to thank my high school teachers who taught me many new things.

            Friends, they are something that everyone should and will have. As my Honors II English teacher, Mr. Rehak, would say, “If you don’t have any friends, get some.” Or something of the sort. Friends encourage you to do many things, sometimes stupid or regretful and sometimes memorable or smart. To become friends with someone is like a mountain you must conquer, like a battle you must endure.

            A friend is someone that you can trust with secrets, someone that you can go to when you are in need of help, and even someone who can protect you. People that you can enjoy your time with can be a great way to spend your time instead of being alone. A dictionary definition of friend would be something that would include mutual affection, but why would you need a dictionary to define a friend? A friend comes in all shapes, sizes, races, sexes, and etc.

            Friends can make your worst day become a paradise, one that no matter which side of paradise you are on, you will always be happy. People die every second and every day so make your time with your friends the greatest it can be or they might just disappear one day and you will never have the same amount of memories that you could have had.

            Friends make the future bright and the friends you make today can make the future for Earth a better one. The ability to shape the future is inside of everyone. Today, I feel like a mere speck of human life who has won nothing more than a medal. A medal that might not even matter in the future where anything can happen. I would love to be one of these humans that will shape the future for the next generation and onward.

           Believe in me, sometimes, the weakest of us can be the strongest. The future is always beyond the grasp of our pitiful, human hands. We always reach for the future but always being forced down by others and the present time. As long as we have villains, we have heroes, heroes that WILL shape our future. The future will never be in our hands for the present stops us and our past might just come back to haunt us. Every day, every month, every year, we grow older, older to see how the society remembers the heroes and the ones who have done great things.  My friends are one generation of these heroes. They are everyday heroes like the policemen and doctors who save lives. But my generation has branched out to every single possible thing to help the next generation grow stronger and help more people.

            As we get old, we should teach the next generation of heroes everything we have learned so that they can keep the human race moving forward and one day we can achieve greater things like space travel and finding all the elements in the universe and beyond. Just remember, friends will push you to do more and maybe one day, you will be able to achieve these things.

            As for now, my friends who will shape the future are some of my most precious things, and together forever no matter how long. From now, until the end of time, we will be together and you can be sure that forever and a day, that is how long we will stay. Together and forever more. Thank you!

Art Fair- Art Pieces

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Mt Fuji (1)

I liked this picture because of the way they drew it. The cherry blossom trees that are drawn look like they look a lot of time, effort and skill. Mt Fuji, in my opinion does not look as good as the cherry blossom trees. Overall though, it is a great painting that you can see had a lot of time and effort put into it.

Mangaka Club (2)
I think that the bottom left picture of the Mudkip is the best picture on there. The parrot picture would be next and then the top right picture of the girl. I like the Mudkip one the most because it looks really cute and it is a Pokemon and I know I would never be able to draw a Pokemon even if I tried. Along with the 2 others, I would never be able to draw them. The other pictures don't stand out as much as these 3 pictures do to me.

Okami (3)
This picture is a picture that I know I will never be able to do. I like what the wolf is, it is from Japanese mythology and the game Okami. The details in this picture is amazing. The way the pixels are put together show a lot of hard work to be able to make this.

Ted Talk - Robot

I believe that this robot is a good idea and going in the right way but it isn't really useful at home. It seems more like a toy than something that can help you at home. The only thing that it an look useful for is to have fun with your children or grandchildren. Also I think that small robots would not be useful because they can easily be stepped on and unseen.

Ted Talk - Vehicle

This Ted Talk interested me a bit, I can see how this skateboard can be sold easily. The skateboard shows how the future will have better transportation where it can be portable and you don't need to drive it like a car. I believe that if they extended to other things besides skateboards can help the future of the world shine and lessen our carbon footprint on the Earth.

My Top 10 Favorite American 20th Century Poems

BLAME COPY-PASTE FOR THIS MESS!
10. For the Union Dead
By Robert Lowell

"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam."

The old South Boston Aquarium stands
in a Sahara of snow now.  Its broken windows are boarded.
The bronze weathervane cod has lost half its scales.
The airy tanks are dry.

Once my nose crawled like a snail on the glass;
my hand tingled
to burst the bubbles
drifting from the noses of the cowed, compliant fish.

My hand draws back.  I often sigh still
for the dark downward and vegetating kingdom
of the fish and reptile.  One morning last March,
I pressed against the new barbed and galvanized

fence on the Boston Common.  Behind their cage,
yellow dinosaur steamshovels were grunting
as they cropped up tons of mush and grass
to gouge their underworld garage.

Parking spaces luxuriate like civic
sandpiles in the heart of Boston.
A girdle of orange, Puritan-pumpkin colored girders
braces the tingling Statehouse, 

shaking over the excavations, as it faces Colonel Shaw
and his bell-cheeked Negro infantry
on St. Gaudens' shaking Civil War relief,
propped by a plank splint against the garage's earthquake.

Two months after marching through Boston,
half the regiment was dead;
at the dedication,
William James could almost hear the bronze Negroes breathe.

Their monument sticks like a fishbone
in the city's throat.
Its Colonel is as lean
as a compass-needle.

He has an angry wrenlike vigilance,
a greyhound's gentle tautness;
he seems to wince at pleasure,
and suffocate for privacy.

He is out of bounds now.  He rejoices in man's lovely,
peculiar power to choose life and die--
when he leads his black soldiers to death,
he cannot bend his back.

On a thousand small town New England greens,
the old white churches hold their air
of sparse, sincere rebellion; frayed flags
quilt the graveyards of the Grand Army of the Republic. 

The stone statues of the abstract Union Soldier
grow slimmer and younger each year--
wasp-waisted, they doze over muskets
and muse through their sideburns . . .

Shaw's father wanted no monument
except the ditch,
where his son's body was thrown
and lost with his "niggers."

The ditch is nearer.
There are no statues for the last war here;
on Boylston Street, a commercial photograph
shows Hiroshima boiling

over a Mosler Safe, the "Rock of Ages"
that survived the blast.  Space is nearer.
When I crouch to my television set,
the drained faces of Negro school-children rise like balloons.

Colonel Shaw
is riding on his bubble,
he waits
for the blessèd break.

The Aquarium is gone.  Everywhere,
giant finned cars nose forward like fish;
a savage servility
slides by on grease.

9. The Negro Speaks of Rivers
By Langston Hughes
I've known rivers:
I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln 
went down to New Orleans, and I've seen its muddy 
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I've known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers. 
8. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
By T.S. Eliot

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero, Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats         5 Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question….         10 Oh, do not ask, “What is it?” Let us go and make our visit. In the room the women come and go Talking of Michelangelo. The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,         15 The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening, Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains, Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys, Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,         20 And seeing that it was a soft October night, Curled once about the house, and fell asleep. And indeed there will be time For the yellow smoke that slides along the street, Rubbing its back upon the window panes;         25 There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That lift and drop a question on your plate;         30 Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. In the room the women come and go         35 Talking of Michelangelo. And indeed there will be time To wonder, “Do I dare?” and, “Do I dare?” Time to turn back and descend the stair, With a bald spot in the middle of my hair—         40 (They will say: “How his hair is growing thin!”) My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin, My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin— (They will say: “But how his arms and legs are thin!”) Do I dare         45 Disturb the universe? In a minute there is time For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse. For I have known them all already, known them all: Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,         50 I have measured out my life with coffee spoons; I know the voices dying with a dying fall Beneath the music from a farther room.   So how should I presume? And I have known the eyes already, known them all—         55 The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase, And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin, When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall, Then how should I begin To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?         60   And how should I presume? And I have known the arms already, known them all— Arms that are braceleted and white and bare (But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!) Is it perfume from a dress         65 That makes me so digress? Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.   And should I then presume?   And how should I begin? .      .      .      .      .      .      .      . Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets         70 And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows?… I should have been a pair of ragged claws Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. .      .      .      .      .      .      .      . And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!         75 Smoothed by long fingers, Asleep … tired … or it malingers, Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me. Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?         80 But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed, Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter, I am no prophet—and here’s no great matter; I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker, And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,         85 And in short, I was afraid. And would it have been worth it, after all, After the cups, the marmalade, the tea, Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me, Would it have been worth while,         90 To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To have squeezed the universe into a ball To roll it toward some overwhelming question, To say: “I am Lazarus, come from the dead, Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all”—         95 If one, settling a pillow by her head,   Should say: “That is not what I meant at all;   That is not it, at all.” And would it have been worth it, after all, Would it have been worth while,         100 After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor— And this, and so much more?— It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:         105 Would it have been worth while If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl, And turning toward the window, should say:   “That is not it at all,   That is not what I meant, at all.” .      .      .      .      .      .      .      .         110 No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be; Am an attendant lord, one that will do To swell a progress, start a scene or two, Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool, Deferential, glad to be of use,         115 Politic, cautious, and meticulous; Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse; At times, indeed, almost ridiculous— Almost, at times, the Fool. I grow old … I grow old …         120 I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.         125 I have seen them riding seaward on the waves Combing the white hair of the waves blown back When the wind blows the water white and black. We have lingered in the chambers of the sea By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown         130 Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

7.i carry your heart with me
By E. E. Cummings
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in 
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
6. The Burial of the Dead
By T.S. Elliot

I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering	5
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,	10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,	15
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,	20
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,	25
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.	30
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu,
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
“You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;	35
They called me the hyacinth girl.”
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,	40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Öd’ und leer das Meer.
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,	45
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.	50
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.	55
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Unreal City,	60
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.	65
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying “Stetson!
You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!	70
That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
Oh keep the Dog far hence, that’s friend to men,
Or with his nails he’ll dig it up again!	75
You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!”

5. Chicago
By. Carl Sandburg

     HOG Butcher for the World,
     Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
     Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
     Stormy, husky, brawling,
     City of the Big Shoulders:

They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I
     have seen your painted women under the gas lamps
     luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it
     is true I have seen the gunman kill and go free to
     kill again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the
     faces of women and children I have seen the marks
     of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who
     sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer
     and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing
     so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on
     job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the
     little soft cities;

Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning
     as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
          Bareheaded,
          Shoveling,
          Wrecking,
          Planning,
          Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with
     white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young
     man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has
     never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse.
     and under his ribs the heart of the people,
               Laughing!
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of
     Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog
     Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with
     Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.

4.If We Must Die
By Claude McKay

If we must die—let it not be like hogs Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot, While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs, Making their mock at our accursed lot. If we must die—oh, let us nobly die, So that our precious blood may not be shed In vain; then even the monsters we defy Shall be constrained to honor us though dead! Oh, Kinsmen! We must meet the common foe; Though far outnumbered, let us show us brave, And for their thousand blows deal one deathblow! What though before us lies the open grave? Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack, Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!

3. Shine, Perishing Republic
By Robinson Jeffers
While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity, heavily thickening
to empire
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops and sighs out, and the
mass hardens,
I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit, the fruit rots
to make earth.
Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances, ripeness and decadence;
and home to the mother.
You making haste haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good, be it stubbornly
long or suddenly
A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains:
shine, perishing republic.
But for my children, I would have them keep their distance from the thickening
center; corruption
Never has been compulsory, when the cities lie at the monster’s feet there
are left the mountains.
And boys, be in nothing so moderate as in love of man, a clever servant,
insufferable master.
There is the trap that catches noblest spirits, that caught – they say –
God, when he walked on earth.
2. Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost, “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy

1. The Road Not Taken
By Robert Frost

1. 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;         5 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,         10 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.         15 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.         20