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Tough and beautiful. What poetry! I really need to think about this, not sure if I got it all, but while rereading and reading again, the wonderful beauty and the story meaning does hit you in the heart...
For poetry lovers definitely recommended. Here's the book title poem, well know I think to the connaisseurs, beautiful....

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.
O, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads 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.