Comments on: Two roads diverged in a yellow wood http://www.dkcy.com/2009/06/two-roads-diverged-in-a-yellow-wood/ random ramblings of a wandering snow monkey Tue, 16 Feb 2010 14:19:00 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 By: Dan http://www.dkcy.com/2009/06/two-roads-diverged-in-a-yellow-wood/comment-page-1/#comment-1257 Dan Thu, 23 Jul 2009 18:38:47 +0000 http://www.dkcy.com/?p=964#comment-1257 Well, it's a long story, but essentially my proverbial wood burnt down. I am back in the UK at the moment, working on some options and trying to make a path out of the ashes. It is indeed an intriguing poem and fitting - I've been thinking about barriers a lot lately, real and imaginary, largely in the realm of complexity, but also in my own life. Thanks for that one, lots to explore! Well, it’s a long story, but essentially my proverbial wood burnt down. I am back in the UK at the moment, working on some options and trying to make a path out of the ashes.

It is indeed an intriguing poem and fitting – I’ve been thinking about barriers a lot lately, real and imaginary, largely in the realm of complexity, but also in my own life. Thanks for that one, lots to explore!

]]> By: Russell Norris http://www.dkcy.com/2009/06/two-roads-diverged-in-a-yellow-wood/comment-page-1/#comment-1254 Russell Norris Tue, 14 Jul 2009 14:07:24 +0000 http://www.dkcy.com/?p=964#comment-1254 So, Dan - which road did you take? Did it lead back to the UK? Can't quite tell from your Facebook page if you're back in London yet. Mr. Gibson always preferred blank verse i.e. poetry that doesn't rhyme... which is why he once gave us Frost's "Mending Wall" to dissect. I just re-read it. There's a lot going on in that poem; you literally have to prise it apart like an old stone wall. You might like it. So, Dan – which road did you take? Did it lead back to the UK? Can’t quite tell from your Facebook page if you’re back in London yet.

Mr. Gibson always preferred blank verse i.e. poetry that doesn’t rhyme… which is why he once gave us Frost’s “Mending Wall” to dissect. I just re-read it. There’s a lot going on in that poem; you literally have to prise it apart like an old stone wall. You might like it.

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