TWO ROADS DIVERGED IN A YELLOW WOOD

Gisteren heb ik het laatste puntje gezet op een nieuw schilderij, een dotpainting geinspireerd door het onderstaand gedicht van R. Frost.

NB. yellow wood = de herfst van ons leven.

we hebben keuzes moeten maken.

de twee wegen zijn de groene lijnen

aan beide kanten liggen de mogelijkheden die we hadden kunnen kiezen

over het geheel staat de grote regenboog 

een bamboe ligt er midden tussen in.

hier dan is het gedicht:

 

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