The Road Not Taken
von 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; Weiterlesen →
von 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; Weiterlesen →
The snows they melt the soonest
When the winds begin to sing
And the corn it ripens faster
When the frost is settling in
And when a woman tells me
That my face she’ll soon forget
Before we part away to come
She’s bound to follow yet Weiterlesen →
Ich mag Schnee. Vor allem dann, wenn er nicht gleich wieder schmilzt und zu grau-weißem Matsch wird wie in den Städten, sondern wenn er liegen bleibt. Und man nicht auf Verkehrsmittel angewiesen ist, sondern ihn mit Muße draußen erleben kann. Keine … Weiterlesen →