The Road Not Taken and Other Poems

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I––
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

New is a word for fools in towns who think
Style upon style in dress and thought at last
Must get somewhere. I’ve heard you say as much.
No, this is no beginning.

My dear,
It’s who first thought the thought. You’re searching, Joe,
For things that don’t exist; I mean beginnings.
Ends and beginnings––there are no such things.
There are only middles