You expect me to eat what?!

[melayneseahawk]

Heh, sorry about the April Fools' Day joke, all. I don't usually do that kind of thing, but starkravingsane leaned on me, and it was just too good to pass up. That being said, I really do appreciate the well-wishes for my non-existent baby. :)

Seder with the friends of the family last night was horrible. The food wasn't very good, and I actually came back to the dorm hungry, believe it or not. Tonight it's just the family, so it should be much better. Potato kugel and meringues (that I made) and matzah balls the size of your head, oh my!

April is National Poetry Month, and I'm going to use it to complete 008 on my Mission 101 list. I'll be posting two poems today and tomorrow, and then one a day through April and into the beginning of May.

First, one of my personal favorite. I love Frost, and this poem really makes me happy.

The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost

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.

Today's second poem will go up later today.

Comments

[maderr.livejournal.com]

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.

[melayneseahawk.livejournal.com]

Aww, I was going to post that one later in the month!