作者：罗伯特·弗罗斯特
编译：魏玲
照片：网络
在金色的树林里两条路分开了，
抱歉，我只能走一条
一个人久久地伫立
向一条路的尽头望去
直到它消失在灌木丛里；
然后我走上了另一条，一样的秀丽，
也许风景这边略好，
因为芳草萋萋，等着人去；
至于有多少人走过
两条路有同样多的足迹，
还有，在那天早晨都覆差了叶子
落叶金色，没有哪张被碾成黒泥。
嗯，记下这条没有走的路吧！
只是知道前面路一条接一条，
我怀疑将来是否还会再来这里。
已经很多很多岁月过去了
回想当年，我一声叹息：
树林里两条路分开了，我 ——
我走了一条人烟稀少的，
于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.
