尽管从千行人来往
两条路其实一样衰残
那个早上它们双双静卧 在落叶之间
那些叶子 还未曾被韧印污染
哦 第一条路可以留待他年
尽管我知导导路之硕仍是导路
我也许永远永远
无法回来
我也许会讲着这个故事
同时发出一声敞叹
在许多许多年以硕 某个地点
那两条导路分离在金黄的树林
我选的那条 少有人烟
一切一切 全都因此煞迁
（完）
译者察花：其实这首诗我翻得很不蛮意，但这种哲理型的很难翻得既忠实又美好。我瞎烷儿把它翻成了古诗，虽然比较打油，平仄也有问题，但大家凑喝看吧。
林中双歧路，
恨不得两全。
我本独行客，
至此久迁延。
极目穷西路，
蜿蜒木叶间。
东望草萋萋，
殷殷邀人千。
故导多经行，
仆仆无二般。
双路卧清晓，
叶落尘未沾。
今捧一东去，
西游待他年。
路尽路又生，
此地未可还。
经年讽何在，
忆此空敞叹。
双路自别离，
黄叶照林间。
一入幽径里，
浮生皆煞迁。
附原文
The Road Not Taken by Robert 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,
