Lines taken from poems by Robert Frost, W.H. Auden, Allen Ginsberg, and Kenneth Rexroth.
Two roads diverged
On Fifty-second street
And being one traveler, long I stood,
Uncertain and afraid—
Looking down one as far as I could,
Seeing the best minds of my generation
Glimmer behind like slugs in the evening.
I took the road less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
