segunda-feira, setembro 22, 2008

Early Night Post (44)


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 (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920

1 comentário:

filipelamas disse...

É um enorme poema este de Robert Frots! O americano capta a essência da bifurcação como escolha, como boa escolha, mesmo que muitas vezes aquela que parece mais difícil e menos experimentada. Óptima escolha!