一切皆偶然

The Road Not Taken
Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920

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.

一个孤独的旅人站在树林的分叉处,对应该选择的道路百思而犹豫.最终他只能选在其中的一条, 而<未选择的道路>上的风景就成为他一生都在猜测的答案.

Robert Frost的很多诗歌都有一种让我在迷思中沉睡的欲望,因为实在不愿意去想这些关乎生命的沉重的话题.可个性中有一些力量注定要让我带着疑虑地活着,遵循同类相吸的规律,去特别留意那些类似灵魂(like-mind)的召唤.