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 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.
Soy lenta pero siguiendo las huellas que me dejaste voy llegando.... a Baltimore.. pasando por el DF , NY, o Boston; Anita sí, cuánto tiempo, te regalo un D por una S, y dices como ella:
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Now you grab me by the ankles.
Now you work your way up the legs
and come to pierce me at my hunger mark.
El último poema me dejó intrigada. Me vas a tener que explicar que hace Edgardo desde hace tiempo en su jaula.
No, no creo que Frost haya tenido la menor idea.
Besitos enamorados,
Inés
Te echamos de menos, en el blog principalmente. ¿Por qué no dejas caer alguna de tus encantadoras intervenciones?
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