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    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
    9月15日 15:26 | 添加评论 | 阅读评论 (6) | 固定链接 | 写入日志 | favorite poems

    Gardener41

    I long to speak the deepest words I have to say to you;
    but I dare not, for fear you should laugh.
    That is why I laugh at myself and shatter my secret in jest.
    I make light of my pain, afraid you should do so.

    I long to tell you the truest words I have to say to you;
    but I dare not, being afraid that you would not believe them.
    That is why I disguise them in untruth,
    saying the contrary of what I mean.
    I make my pain appear absurd, afraid that you should do so.

    I long to use the most precious words I have for you;
    but I dare not, fearing I should not be paid with like value.
    That is why I gave you hard names and boast of my collous strength.
    I hurt you, for fear you should never know any pain.

    I long to sit silent by you;
    but I dare not lest my heart come out at my lips.
    That is why I prattle and chatter lightly and hide my heart behind words.
    I rudely handle my pain, for fear you should do so.

    I long to go away from your side;
    but I dare not, for fear my cowardice should become known to you.
    That is why I hold my head high and carelessly come into you presence.
    Constant thrusts from your eyes keep my pain fresh for ever.

    4月24日 20:02 | 添加评论 | 固定链接 | 写入日志 | favorite poems