"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, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black.
Robert Frost: A nem járt út (ford. : Hárs Ernő) Rőt fák közé két út vezetett, S csak egyre tehettem lábamat, Sokáig álltam, s míg lehetett, Szememmel követtem az egyiket, Míg el nem tűnt a bozót alatt. S a másik útra tértem, amely Ugyanolyan szép volt, s jobb is talán, Mert járni való fű lepte el: Noha járt voltában semmivel Nem tett túl egyik a másikán, S mindkettejükre e hajnalon