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=**Despair: Peter's Analysis of Part 1 Poems** =


 * 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;

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 marked 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.

//@Robert Frost (1874-1963)//

@Soul, Wilt Thou Toss Again?

Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard @Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all— Angel's breathless ballot Lingers to record thee— @Imps in eager Caucus Raffle for my Soul!

@Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)


 * We Wear** @the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-- This debt we pay to human @guile; @With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let them only see us, while We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great @Christ, our cries To thee from tortured souls arise. We sing, but oh the clay is vile Beneath our feet, and long the mile; @But let the world dream otherwise, We wear the mask!

@Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)

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