The Road Not Taken
未选择的路
Robert Frost · 罗伯特·弗罗斯特
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.
黄色的树林里分出两条路，
可惜我不能同时去涉足，
身为旅人，我久久伫立，
向一条路极目望去，
直到它消失在灌木丛深处；
然后我选择了另一条，一样美好，
或许它更值得一走，
因为它绿草萋萋，少有人踏；
尽管要说起来，
两条路其实相差无几，
那个清晨，两条路都静卧
在无人踩黑的落叶里。
啊，我把第一条留待他日！
可深知路连着路，
我恐怕再难回返。
多年以后，我将轻声叹息，
在某处说起这个清晨：
树林里分出两条路，而我——
我选了人迹更少的一条，
从此一切便大不相同。
写于1916年，弗罗斯特借清晨岔路写尽人生选择。诗里最动人的不是选哪条，而是多年后回望时的轻声叹息——每个读者都看到了自己。