The Road Not Taken

The Road Not TakenThe Road Not Taken

Von meinem Lieblingspoeten Robert Frost. Wenn du seine Werke noch nicht kennst, lege ich sie dir sehr ans Herz. Er ist Trost für die Seele und so wahrhaftig. Am besten liest dur ihn im Original (Englisch), denn der wunderbare Zauber in seinen Worten geht meistens durch die Übersetzung verloren.

Dies ist mein liebstes Gedicht überhaupt, es vergeht kein Tag an dem ich nicht daran denke. Unzählige Entscheidungen habe ich mit diesem Gedicht im Hinterkopf getroffen:

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 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 remember 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

 

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