anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old - Franz Kafka

zondag 9 oktober 2011

the road not taken...

Het wordt weer tijd voor wat poëzie.
Omdat in de blogs die ik lees vaak het onderwerp "keuzen maken" aan de orde komt én omdat ik hier ook veel over nadenk, is het dit gedicht geworden.
Ik kreeg het een poos geleden van haar in een commentaar op mijn blog.
Van de week was het ook opgenomen in het huiswerk voor mijn engelse cursus.
Dus, na Nederlands en Zuid-Afrikaans dit keer een Engels gedicht:
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 marked 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.

by Robert Frost