Tanker:

”The road not taken” af 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.
Oh, I marked 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.


Jeg har alt for sjældent taget “the road less travelled by”
og nu ville jeg ønske at jeg havde gjort det mere ofte, jvf.
Søren Kierkegaard og fodfæstet, men “livet må leves forlæns og forstås baglæns.”


 

Inger Christensens digtsamling ”Det”:

Et samfund kan være så stenet,
At alt er en eneste blok,
Og indbyggermassen så benet,
At livet er gået i chok.

Og hjertet er helt i skygge,
Og hjertet er næsten hørt op,
Til nogen begynder at bygge,
En by der er blød som en krop.