| The road not taken, R. 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 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.Etiquetas: Literatura |
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- Dead Poets Society II
- Dead Poets Society, Peter Weir, 1989.
- Oh me! Oh Life!, W. Whitman.-
- A Very Short Song, Dorothy Parker.
- I will remember you, Sarah McLachlan.
- High Fidelity, Nick Hornby.
- Challenges to the budding poets, Lawrence Ferlingh...
- Fire and Ice, Robert Frost.
- Frases redonditas, "Adios", Cerati, 2006.-
- Retratos, Machado.-
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