miércoles, 15 de abril de 2009
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This reminds me of "The Road Less Traveled" by Robert Frost. and then there's that negative space that speaks. I like it, and thanks for visiting my blog, Margaret
ResponderEliminarTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,
ResponderEliminarAnd sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, 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
Una vida es como un libro leído, ¿cuántos libros podemos leer? ¿Cuántas vidas podemos vivir? ¿Cuantos de ambos serían necesarios?
ResponderEliminarOne life is as a read book, how many books we can read? How many lives we can live? Whatever of both would be necessary?