söndag 12 mars 2017

Poesi på en söndag: I'm going to look for America

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.
Den här dikten av Robert Frost har tolkats av så många men jag tror att David Orr är den som kan kasta extra mycket ljus över innebörden i raderna ovan. Orr skriver för New York Times Book Review bland annat.

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