Categoria: Robert Frost

Fireflies in the Garden. Robert Frost

Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,

And here on earth come emulating flies,

That though they never equal stars in size,

(And they were never really stars at heart)

Achieve at times a very star-like start.

Only, of course, they can’t sustain the part.

 

Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken. Robert Frost

Two roads diverged Ina 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 wom 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 combo 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.

Robert Frost

A estrada que não foi seguida

Duas estradas separavam-se num bosque amarelo,
Que pena não poder seguir por ambas
Numa só viagem: muito tempo fiquei
Mirando uma até onde enxergava,
Quando se perdia entre os arbustos;

Depois tomei a outra, igualmente bela
E que teria talvez maior apelo,
Pois era relvada e fora de uso;
Embora na verdade, o trânsito
As tivesse gasto quase o mesmo,

E nessa manhã nas duas houvesse
Folhas que os passos não enegreceram.
Oh, reservei a primeira para outro dia!
Mas sabia como caminhos sucedem a caminhos
E duvidava se alguma vez lá voltaria.

É com um suspiro que agora conto isto,
Tanto, tanto tempo já passado:
Duas estradas separavam-se num bosque e eu —
Eu segui pela menos viajada
E isso fez a diferença toda

 

Tradução José Alberto Oliveira, in Rosa do Mundo, 2001 poemas para o futuro.

Foto de Toni Schneiders (1920-2006)

The Road Not Taken, R. Frost

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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.

Robert Frost

The Road Not Taken, R. Frost

chemin_double
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.

Robert Frost