Sunday, June 04, 2006

the road not taken

A continuación me gustaría compartir con todos una poesía que me encanta. La aprendí cuando debía tener unos 14 años, y desde entonces la releo a menudo. Muchas veces creo haber tomado la misma decisión.

Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
1. 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; 5
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, 10
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. 15
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. 20

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Juliana said...

No te lo había dicho, imperdonable.
Gracias por haber compartido este maravilloso texto. Volver a los clásicos siempre hace bien!

Jordi said...

A mi es una poesía que me levanta la moral cuando ando un poco decaido o necesito reafirmar algo... Gracias