| 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; | 5 |
| 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, | 10 |
| 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. | 15 |
| 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. | 20 |
Friday, October 14, 2011
The Road Not Taken
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Wacana Dari Brazil

Bila Bruna mula berkata,
Bicara lecturer terbunuh serta-merta,
Masa terhenti seketika,
Seluruh dunia tunduk kepadanya.
Bila Bruna mula berkata,
Ayat diatur,susunannya teratur,
Peribadi dibuka dengan suaranya,
Sejarah Brazil bukan rahsia.
Bila Bruna mula berkata,
Haziq tertawa dengan keletahnya,
Dari rakan bertambah mesra,
Tawanya kini pengubat lena.
Bila Bruna mula berkata,
Mataku terus hilang tenaganya,
Terasa gelap seisi dunia,
Mahuku bunuh,bakar tubuhnya,
Biar dia tahu derita kita…
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