Categoria: 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