Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TWO TRAVELERS, by ALICE CARY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Two travelers, meeting by the way Last Line: And made a comfortable end. Subject(s): Travel; Journeys; Trips | ||||||||
TWO travelers, meeting by the way, Arose, and at the peep of day Brake bread, paid reckoning, and they say Set out together, and so trode Till where upon the forking road A gray and good old man abode. There each began his heart to strip, And all that light companionship That cometh of the eye and lip Had sudden end, for each began To ask the gray and good old man Whither the roads before them ran. One, as they saw, was shining bright, With such a great and gracious light, It seemed that heaven must be in sight. "This," said the old man, "doth begin Full sweetly, but its end is in The dark and desert-place of sin. "And this, that seemeth all to lie In gloomy shadow, -- by-and-by, Maketh the gateway of the sky. "Bide ye a little; fast and pray, And 'twixt the good and evil way, Choose ye, my brethren, this day." And as the day was at the close The two wayfaring men arose, And each the road that pleased him chose. One took the pathway that began So brightly, and so smoothly ran Through flowery fields, -- deluded man! Ere long he saw, alas! alas! All darkly, and as through a glass, Flames, and not flowers, along the grass. Then shadows round about him fell, And in his soul he knew full well His feet were taking hold on hell. He tried all vainly to retrace His pathway; horrors blocked the place, And demons mocked him to his face. Broken in spirit, crushed in pride, One morning by the highway-side He fell, and all unfriended, died. The other, after fast and prayer, Pursued the road that seemed less fair, And peace went with him, unaware. And when the old man saw where lay The traveler's choice, he said, "I pray, Take this to help you on the way;" And gave to him a lovely book, Wherein for guidance he must look, He told him, if the path should crook. And so, through labyrinths of shade, When terror pressed, or doubt dismayed, He walked in armor all arrayed. So, over pitfalls traveled he, And passed the gates of harlotry, Safe with his heavenly company. And when the road did low descend, He found a good inn, and a friend, And made a comfortable end. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICHARD, WHAT'S THAT NOISE? by RICHARD HOWARD LOOKING FOR THE GULF MOTEL by RICHARD BLANCO RIVERS INTO SEAS by LYNDA HULL DESTINATIONS by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN THE ONE WHO WAS DIFFERENT by RANDALL JARRELL THE CONFESSION OF ST. JIM-RALPH by DENIS JOHNSON SESTINA: TRAVEL NOTES by WELDON KEES TO H. B. (WITH A BOOK OF VERSE) by MAURICE BARING A SPINSTER'S STINT by ALICE CARY |
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