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Monday, 18 April 2005
The Road Not Taken

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Two Roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, 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 onto 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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost (1874-1963). Mountain Interval, 1920.

I took the above photograph on the path leading up to Château de Falkenstein, near Philippsbourg in Moselle, France.  The castle was built in 1128 on a sandstone peak overlooking the forest.  It was struck by lightening in 1564 and badly damaged by the resultant fire. There are several natural caves in and near the castle, where the sandstone has been worn away by water.  In one of the caves we saw graffiti carved into the rock by French soldiers in the First World War.  According to the tourist literature the ghost of a tonnelier (a cooper) haunts the cellars of the castle at midnight, and strikes with a maillet (mallet) the number of casks of wine the local vineyards will produce in the coming year.  I found this story odd: who has heard of a ghost with a mallet, and furthermore I never noticed any local vineyards.

Posted by bigblue on 18/04/2005 at 11:04 PM
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