The Road Not Taken


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.

黄色的树林里分出两条路
可惜我不能同时去踏行
我在那路口久久伫立
我向着一条路极目望去
直到它消失在丛林深处

但我却选择了另外一条路
它荒草萋萋,十分幽寂
显得更诱人,更美丽
虽然在这两条小路上
都很少留下旅人的足迹

虽然那天清晨落叶满地
两条路都未经脚步污染
呵,留下一条路等改日再见!
但我知道路径延绵无尽头
恐怕我难以再返回

也许多少年后在某个地方
我将轻声叹息将往事回顾:
一片树林里分出两条路
我选择了人迹更少的一条
从此决定了我一生的道路

Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)