Retrato de Julia Peraire o La Sargantaine 1907
Ramón Casas i Carbó (Barcelona 1866 - 1932)
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The road
not taken
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.
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.
Robert Lee Frost
(San Francisco 1874 -
1963)
* * *
Dos caminos se bifurcaban en un
bosque amarillo,
Y apenado por no poder tomar los dos
Siendo un viajero solo, largo tiempo
estuve de pie
Mirando uno de ellos tan lejos como
pude,
Hasta donde se perdía en la espesura;
Entonces tomé el otro,
imparcialmente,
Y habiendo tenido quizás la elección
acertada,
Pues era tupido y requería uso;
Aunque en cuanto a lo que vi allí
Hubiera elegido cualquiera de los
dos.
Y ambos esa mañana yacían igualmente,
¡Oh, había guardado aquel primero
para otro día!
Aun sabiendo el modo en que las cosas
siguen adelante,
Dudé si debía haber regresado sobre
mis pasos.
Debo estar diciendo esto con un
suspiro
De aquí a la eternidad:
Dos caminos se bifurcaban en un
bosque y yo,
Yo tomé el menos transitado,
Y eso hizo toda la diferencia.
El camino no elegido
Robert Lee Frost
Versión
de María Fernanda Celtasso
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