Author: Robert Lee Frost
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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 travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Translator: António Simões
Dois caminhos, um para cada lado:
Ah, ir por ambos na mesma viagem!
Olhei para o primeiro, ali parado,
Nesse bosque de tom amarelado,
Até perder-se longe entre a folhagem.
Mas o outro também me atraía,
Por uma razão diferente, afinal:
Desbastar erva que densa crescia.
Quem por eles passara, todavia,
Os fora desgastando por igual.
E cada um nessa manhã jazia
Com a mesma cor, a mesma frescura
Reservei o primeiro pra outro dia!
Como um caminho a outro levaria,
Duvidei lá voltar noutra altura.
Daqui a mil anos, o que aconteceu,
Suspirando, estarei contando a ti:
Dois caminhos bifurcavam, e eu –
O menos pisado tomei como meu,
E a diferença está toda aí.