A Slumber Did My Spirit
Seal
William Wordsworth
A slumber did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears;
She seemed a thing thaat could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now,no
force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
With rocks,and stones,and trees.
《一场沉睡真把我的灵魂封闭》
一场沉睡真把我的灵魂封闭
我已无人间的担惊受怕；
她仿佛化成了物而无法感知
那尘世岁月的侵凌欺压。
如今她毫无气力，漠然不动；
她既听不见，也看不见；
只是在大地的每日的行程中
随着岩、石、树木运转。
In Memoriam
Alfred Tennyson
I envy not in any moods
The captive void of noble rage,
The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods;
I envy not the beast that
takes
His license in the field of time,
Unfettered by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;
Nor,what may count itself as
blest,
The heart that never plighted troth
But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.
I hold it true,whate'er
befall;
I feel it,when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
《悼念集》
第27首
我羡慕的不是那种心态------
它如囚徒似的缺乏高贵的愤怒，
它像笼中出生的鸟把自我禁锢，
它从不懂得夏林的可爱；
我羡慕的不是那种兽性------
它在自己的时限内放纵，
不因犯罪感而约束行动，
也从不因良心有所觉醒；
我羡慕的不是自恃的幸福------
那从未作过盟誓的心
却在劣汰中意志消沉；
不是弥补自身缺陷的满足。
我确信，不管发生什么
我最悲痛的时刻我觉得：
但愿曾经爱过而又失却
总比从未爱过要好得多。
If I Can Stop One Heart from
Breaking
Emily Dickinson
If I can stop one heart from
breaking,
I shall not live in
vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in
vain.
《如果我能整合一颗心免于破碎》
如果我能整合一颗心免于破碎，
我就没有虚度此生；
如果我能减轻一个生命的苦楚，
或者缓解一个人的悲痛，
或助一只昏厥的知更鸟
为重回鸟巢而庆幸，
我就没有虚度此生。
She at His Funeral
Thomas Hardy
They bear him to his resting place-----
In slow procession sweeping by,
I follow at a stranger's space,
His kindred they,his sweetheart I.
Unchanged by gown of garish
dye,
Though sable-sad is their attire,
But they stand round with griefless eye,
Whilst my regret consumes like fire!
《她参加他的葬礼》
他们抬他到他安息的地方------
送葬的队列缓慢而肃穆行进，
她以陌生人的步伐在后跟上，
他们是亲属而她是他的情人。
虽然他们穿着丧服披黑志哀，
她依旧未改艳装亮丽的颜色，
他们的眼里没流露丝毫悲哀，
可痛惜却似火吞噬着她。
The Bride
David Herbert Lawrence
My love looks like a girl
to-night,
But she is old.
The plaits that lie along her pillow
Are not gold,
But threaded with filigree silver,
And uncanny cold.
She looks like a young
maiden,since her brow
Is smooth and fair,
Her cheeks are very smooth,her eyes are closed.
She sleeps a rare
Still winsome sleep,so still,and so composed.
Nay,but she sleeps like a
bride,and dreams her dreams
of perfect things.
She lies at last,the darling,in the shape of her dream,
And her dead mouth sings
By its shape,like the thrushes in clear evenings.
《新娘》
今夜我爱的人看上去像个女孩子，
可她已老迈，
搁在那枕头旁边的两根辫子，
不再是金发，
而是夹杂着花纹的根根银丝，
冷得好奇怪。
她看去像个少女，因为她的眉目
清秀而又窈窕，
她的双颊光洁，两眼紧紧地闭住
在睡难得的觉，
睡得安详，楚楚动人，无拘无束。
不，她还睡得像个新娘，她在梦
她的完美无瑕。
我的爱人，她终于以梦的形式躺下，
她那僵硬的嘴儿
仍以它的形式，像画眉唱在晚霞下。
天，敲完这几首诗，我已经再次饥肠辘辘了。还好有先见之明，面包、牛奶外加水果，还有两块加浓巧克力糖。好一顿精神食粮与物质食粮啊！
这是下午看《100 Poems of
Life》时特别喜爱的几首诗。只是译者似乎有些过于遵从原文，有些译得不太合适。：），嘿嘿，本人在极小地方做了改动。
唉~~~~~~，诗歌这东西啊，文字这东西，要安心学习啊，不能“误入歧途”啊！学俺的英格烈士去了！
