THE FIRST FROST POEM

copyright Niki Ghini

Scusatemi, mi andava di postare sta poesia di Roberto Gelido ovvero Robert Frost citato da Benigni in Downbylow laddove lo chiama Bob come se lo conoscesse e viene preso in giro da Tom Waits (Il Grande! non siamo degni!) e da John Lurie, non altrettanto grande ma indefinibile se non altro!
Ma facciamo silenzio ora e leggiamoci la poesia ad alta voce. Per sentirne il ritmo, la musica.


Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.

The Road Not Taken

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.


Lo so che è un pò "corny", un pò troppo ovvia, un pò facilotta forse, ma a me piace sempre.