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로버트 프로스트의 "The Road Not Taken"을 읽으며 마음을 달래어봅니다.
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The Road Not Taken

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 back.
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 henece:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I---
I took one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

1916

* 이전홈의 Ak Kyung Mabry님의 글입니다.