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

Others taught me with having knelt at well-curbs Always wrong to the light, so never seeing Deeper down in the well than where the water Gives me back in a shining surface picture Me myself in the summer heaven godlike Looking out of a wreath of…

When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy’s been swinging them.
But swinging doesn’t bend them down to stay.

When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.

A lantern light from deeper in the barn
Shone on a man and woman in the door
And threw their lurching shadows on a house
Near by, all dark in every glossy window.

Дом медлит, хоть ему и не под стать
Манеры улиц города принять,
И номер свой носить. Но как ручей,
Что дом всю жизнь берег, — теперь он чей?Я вопрошаю, помня ту струю,…

Here further up the mountain slope
Than there was every any hope,
My father built, enclosed a spring,
Strung chains of wall round everything,…

И каждый раз, когда порой полночной,
В таинственный и тихий час урочный,
Снег шелестящий, белый снег с небес
Посыплется на голый, чёрный лес,…

Прощай до весны, неокрепший мой сад!
Недобрые нам времена предстоят:
Разлука и стужа, ненастье и тьма.
Всю долгую зиму за гребнем холма…

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

Светило меркнет, близится тот миг,
Когда закат уйдёт на дно залива,
Однако ни единый птичий крик
На это не посетует тоскливо,…

WHEN the wind works against us in the dark,
And pelts with snow
The lowest chamber window on the east,
And whispers with a sort of stifled bark,…

Я месяц примеряю к небесам
Над крышею и серебристым вязом,
Как ты, наверно, к тёмным волосам
Заколку примеряла бы с алмазом.…

As I went from flower to flower
(I have told you how)
I have told you what I found
Dead not growing on the ground.…

There overtook me and drew me in
To his down-hill, early-morning stride,
And set me five miles on my road
Better than if he had had me ride,

(Read before the Phi Beta Kappa Society
at Harvard University, June 20, 1941.)If this uncertain age in which we dwell
Were really as dark as I hear sages tell,
And I convinced that they were really sages,…

Смерть дважды побеждал ты, имярек:
Из глины куклу богом ты нарек,
И от тебя рожден был человек.Отца и сына кости из реки
Мы извлекли, из грота – черепки,…

Over back where they speak of life as staying
(’You couldn’t call it living, for it ain’t’),
There was an old, old house renewed with paint,
And in it a piano loudly playing.Out in the plowed ground in the cold a digger,…

Эта буря весёлая в солнцеворот
Гонит клочья сырых облаков,
На дорогах беснуется дождь-сумасброд
И стирает следы от подков,…

A saturated meadow,
Sun-shaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarcely wider
Than the trees around were tall;

День угасал в морозном блеске.
Я шёл домой — и в перелеске,
Где стыла голая ветла,
Почудился мне взмах крыла.Как часто, проходя здесь летом,…

As I went out a Crow
In a low voice said, "Oh,
I was looking for you.
How do you do?