24.4.06

The road not taken

Eg har verkeleg mykje å gjera for tida. Dessutan har eg ein del å tenka på, som eg ikkje er sikker på om eg vil leggja ut på bloggen min, ikkje endå i alle fall.
However. For at ikkje alle mine trufaste lesarar skal kjeda seg ihjel legg eg ut eit dikt av Robert Frost. Fyrste gong eg las det var i engelskboka på undomskulen, eg hugsar eg syntes det var såååå fint.
Eg likar det endå.


The road not taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
and sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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 feet 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 travelled by,
and that has made all the difference

Robert Frost

2 Comments:

Blogger Danielle said...

Fint dikt! Har alltid synes det har vært litt banalt og fint på samme tid, men mest det siste.

April 25, 2006 11:57 PM  
Blogger Guri said...

Sant det.
Er ikkje sikkert eg hadde likt diktet like godt om eg høyrde det for fyrste gong no... Eller, eg veit ikkje.

April 26, 2006 5:06 PM  

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