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.
- Robert Frost
Eksamenstekster virker sjovt nok lidt mindre pinefulde og lidt mere interessante når først man selv opsøger dem. Mht. det her digt virker det halvironisk at det havde afgørende betydning første gang jeg sad med det (engelsk eksamen) og nu er ved at få afgørende betydning igen, men på en helt anden og ny måde og ved at læse det igen og igen og tage lidt af det med mig hver dag istedet for at finde hele meningen på en time.