猪木のスピーチではないです。ろばーと・ふろすとって言う詩人の作品です。
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.
留学中にアメリカ文学の授業で出会った詩です。お気に入り。
今、自分が道が分かれてるところに立ってるのか。道を選んだ後なのか。まだ分かれ道を見てもいないのか。それさえも分からない。
こんな時は
Bill Evansを聴きながら
少しぼんやりしてみよう。
