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 kept 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, 1920
PS: Quando há alguém que sabe escrever o que sentimos, para quê repetir?
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 kept 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, 1920
PS: Quando há alguém que sabe escrever o que sentimos, para quê repetir?
posted by paraalémdasnuvens at Thursday, June 14, 2007
2 Comments:
Ja conhecia... E lindo!
O ano passado serviu-me de consolo na angustia de ter de tomar decisoes... ainda assim, melhor do que nao ter alternativas :-)
E mesmo muito muito bonito!
É!
Um para fazer o mapa dos caminhos encantados e dos becos sem saída :-).
A propósito de caminhos, bom S.João. Na NL nem uma fogueirinha nem balões...
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