robert frost

• hayatı the road not taken adlı şiirinde çok güzel tarif eden amerikalı şair...
  
  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.