Robert Frost
(Robert Frost)
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Robert Frost (1874- 1963) went to middle school in Lawrence, Massachusetts, and also studied at Dartmouth College and Harvard University for some time. Before getting the title of this poem, Frost sometimes worked as a farmer and sometimes went to middle schools to teach Greek and Latin. His first book of poetry was published in 19 13. After 19 16, he has been working in a famous university, usually a "resident poet". One of the reasons why Frost's poems are so popular is that people with little school education can understand them. While many poets are keen on poetry experiments, he insists on describing his daily events in everyday language. Many of Frost's poems reflect his closeness to nature. He expressed a symbolic meaning through nature, not an idyllic homesickness. The Road Not Taken is a famous poem by Frost, written in 19 15.
There are two roads in the yellow forest.
Unfortunately, I can't participate at the same time.
I stood at that intersection for a long time,
I looked at a road that I could see,
Until it disappeared into the jungle.
But I chose another path,
It's lush and lonely,
Appear more attractive and beautiful;
Although on this road,
There are few travelers' footprints.
The leaves fell to the ground that morning,
Neither road is polluted by footprints.
Ah, leave a way, see you another day!
But I know this road has no end,
I'm afraid I can't go back.
Maybe in a few years, somewhere,
I will sigh softly and look back:
There are two roads in the forest-
I chose a lonely one,
From then on, it decided my life path.
English version:
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By robert lee Frost
Two roads diverged in the yellow forest,
I'm sorry I can't go both.
As a traveler, I stood for a long time.
Look down as much as I can.
It bends in the bushes.
And took the other one, and to be fair,
Maybe there's a better way to put it,
Because it is covered with grass and needs to be worn;
Although, for the passage there
I'm almost dressed.
That morning, both of them were lying down.
There are no black footprints in the leaves.
Oh, I saved the first one for the next day!
But knowing how the road leads to the road,
I doubt whether I will come back.
I will tell it with a sigh.
Somewhere after year:
Two roads diverged in the Woods, and I-
I chose the less traveled one,
This makes everything different.