The road not taken av Robert Frost

Idag tar vi oss an Robert Frost (1874–1963) som var en amerikansk poet känd för sina naturinspirerade dikter och djupa reflektioner över livet, ofta skrivna i traditionell versform. Han vann fyra Pulitzerpriser och hans mest berömda dikter, som The Road Not Taken och Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, utforskar teman som val, ensamhet och mänsklig erfarenhet. Givetvis spårar allt ur och vi hamnar hos Goethe och Ranelid med som sig bör.The Road Not TakenTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo 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 thereHad worn them really about the same,And both that morning equally layIn 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 sighSomewhere 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.

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