quinta-feira, janeiro 08, 2004
077 American beauty
A associação deste poema ao Rui Rio, ver texto 075, criou em mim a urgência de o reler e, já agora, o partilhar: 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. The Poetry of Robert Frost - Robert Frost Originalmente publicado no sapo.
CAP @ 1/08/2004 10:33:00 da tarde
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