by Robert Frost

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 marked 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. 
Utoljára módosította Ulmar 2011.XI.20 04:41-n
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UPi 2011.XI.20 16:37

Egy turista egy elágazáshoz ér, a bal oldal felé egy tábla mutat: "A fehér folyóhoz". A jobb út felé is mutat egy, arra is az van írva: "A fehér folyóhoz". Tanácstalanul a turista megkérdez egy arrajáró parasztot:

– Mondja kérem, mindegy, hogy melyik irányba megyek?

– Nekem teljesen.