作者：羅伯特·弗羅斯特
編譯：魏玲
照片：網絡
在金色的樹林裏兩條路分開了，
抱歉，我隻能走一條
一個人久久地佇立
向一條路的盡頭望去
直到它消失在灌木叢裏；
然後我走上了另一條，一樣的秀麗，
也許風景這邊略好，
因為芳草萋萋，等著人去；
至於有多少人走過
兩條路有同樣多的足跡，
還有，在那天早晨都覆差了葉子
落葉金色，沒有哪張被碾成黒泥。
嗯，記下這條沒有走的路吧！
隻是知道前麵路一條接一條，
我懷疑將來是否還會再來這裏。
已經很多很多歲月過去了
回想當年，我一聲歎息：
樹林裏兩條路分開了，我 ——
我走了一條人煙稀少的，
於是就成了今天的自己。
The Road Not Taken
BY ROBERT FROST
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.
