白朗宁夫人抒情十四行诗集的笔记(1)

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  Sonnet 01 I thought once how Theocritus had sung by Elizabeth Barrett Browning I thought once how Theocritus had sung Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years, Who each one in a gracious hand appears To bear a gift for mortals, old or young: And, as I mused it in his antique tongue, I saw, in gradual vision through my tears, The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years, Those of my... (更多)

  Sonnet 01

  I thought once how Theocritus had sung by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  I thought once how Theocritus had sung

  Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,

  Who each one in a gracious hand appears

  To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:

  And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,

  I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,

  The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,

  Those of my own life, who by turns had flung

  A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,

  So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move

  Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair:

  And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,—

  'Guess now who holds thee? '—' Death,' I said. But, there,

  The silver answer rang,—' Not Death, but Love.'

  我想起，当年希腊的诗人曾经歌咏：

  年复一年，那良辰在殷切的盼望中

  翩然降临，各自带一份礼物

  分送给世人---年老或是年少。

  当我这么想，感叹着诗人的古调，

  穿过我泪眼所逐渐展开的幻觉，

  我看见，那欢乐的岁月、哀伤的岁月----

  我自己的年华，把一片片黑影连接着

  掠过我的身。紧接着，我就觉察

  （我哭了）我背后正有个神秘的黑影

  在移动，而且一把揪住了我的发，

  往后拉，还有一声吆喝（我只是在挣扎）：

  “这回是谁逮住你？猜！” “死，”我答话。

  听哪，那银铃似的回音：“不是死，是爱！”

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  2011-06-24 07:01:27   回应

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