The Road Not Taken
A reading of Robert Frost's poem, where choice, memory, and self-narration diverge in a yellow wood.
展开诗文
A reading of Frost's poem about the stories we build around decisions: two roads, one chosen path, and the quiet distance that memory adds afterward.
Original
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.
中文译文
黄色树林里分出两条路，
可惜我不能同时去涉足，
身为行人，我久久伫立，
极目望向其中的一条路，
直到它弯进灌木深处。
于是我选了另一条，一样清楚，
也许它更值得我迈步，
因为青草萋萋，少有人走；
可说到来往留下的痕迹，
其实两条路几乎并无殊途。
那天清晨两条路同样静躺，
落叶上还没有脚印踩黑。
啊，我把第一条留待来日再往！
但我知道路总会接着路延长，
我怀疑自己是否还能回到这边。
许多年许多年以后，
我将带着一声叹息讲起这一切：
树林里有两条路分开，而我，
我走上了那条人迹更少的一条，
此后的一切便因此不同。