God Påske!

Jeg tror det kan kalles en tradisjon nå, å legge ut et nytt dikt hver fredag ettermiddag. I dag er det naturligvis ekstra stille her siden alle ivrer etter å komme seg på ferie. Mange har vært innom for å låne bøker og DVD'er til ferien, men nå senker roen seg over biblioteket og jeg har lyst til å overbringe et velkjent dikt av Robert Frost til dere i dag med ønske om en riktig god ferie.

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.

Robert Frost (1916)

Diktet er naturligvis hentet fra min favorittsamling The Norton Anthology of Poetry, fifth edition, Norton, New York, 2005 (s.1232-1233)