高中時，蠻喜歡讀詩的，應該說，蠻喜歡中國文學的。我想，這都要歸功於我們的國文導師，是他讓我們這一整班理工組的男生喜歡上國文課，喜歡從一篇篇的文學作品中，去體味風景、人生、政治、歷史，和許許多多的無常和際遇。
至於英文詩，可能因為我英文底子不好的關係，唸起來總是有唸新詩的感覺，抓不住那韻味，抓不住那感覺。所以，總是提不起勁。
但是今天，Robert Frost 的這一首 The Road Not Taken 卻讓我心有戚戚焉，彷彿重回當年那一首首詩詞流過心頭時的感動。
也許，是現時的心境正好共鳴吧。
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 sighSomewhere 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.
