十九世纪英国诗人论诗



Shine, Poet! 

若你确实从天堂那里获得灵感 
那么，为了那束自天堂的无尽明光 
 闪耀吧，诗人！ 在你所在的地方，并感到满足。 
 繁星庄重地发出它们显赫的光亮 
 自天穹顶端射出道道光束 
 占卜者却无法告知其始源 
 它们本质中没有丝毫懒散的特质，那些正在燃烧的 
如同未曾绽开的烟花， 在某个暗淡山脉的 
脊柱之上； 或者那些看上去 
 卑微得不该高悬夜空的，如同闪烁的冬日灯光 
 时隐时现在光秃的树枝间隙 
 它们皆为唯一的王者永生的子孙 
 那么，面对着这恩泽的无尽光亮 
 闪耀吧，诗人！ 在你所在的地方，并感到满足。 


If thou indeed derive thy light from heaven 
Then, to the measure of that heaven-born light 
 Shine, Poet! In thy place, and be content: 
 The stars pre-eminent in magnitude 
And they that from the zenith dart their beams 
(Visible though they be half to the earth,Though half a sphere be conscious of their brightness) 
 Are yet of no diviner origin 
No putter essence, than the one that burns, 
Like an untended watch-fire, on the ridge 
Of some dark mountain; Or than those which seem 
Humbly to hang, like twinkling winter lamps, 
 Among the branches of the leafless tress; 
All are the undying offspring of one Sire 
Then, to the measure of the light vouchsafed, 
Shine, Poet! In thy place, and be content.

早春 我听见一千种混合的音调，在树林里当我躺倚着的时候， 那样美好的情景里快乐的思潮竟把悲哀的思潮带上我心头。 通过我的感受，大自然，把人类的灵魂和她的杰作联接起来了， 这使我的心灵更悲伤地想起人又是怎样对待人的。 穿过樱草花丛，在那绿荫之中，长青花在编织它的花环， 我坚决相信每一枝花朵都在它所呼吸的空气里尽情享受。 鸟儿在我四周蹦跳雀跃，它们的心意我可无从捉摸，但即便是它们细微的动作，也好象是一种激动的欢乐。 嫩枝萌芽伸展如扇，要捕捉那轻快的微风， 我必须想到，尽我之所能，在那里正有着欢乐。 如果这种信念来自天启，如果这就是大自然的神圣安排， 我还有什么理由悲叹人是怎样对待人的？

VIII Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet! Seer blest! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by; To whom the grave Is but a lonely bed without the sense or sight Of day or the warm light, A place of thought where we in waiting lie; Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! 你的外在身形远远比不上 内在灵魂的宏广； 卓越的哲人！保全了异禀英才， 你是盲人中间的明眸慧眼， 不听也不说，谛视着永恒之海， 永恒的灵智时时在眼前闪现。 超凡的智者，有福的先知！ 真理就在你心头栖止 （为寻求真理，我们辛劳了一世， 寻得了，又在墓穴的幽冥里亡失）； “永生”是凛然不容回避的存在， 它将你抚育，像阳光抚育万物， 它将你荫庇，像主人荫庇奴仆； 在你看来， 墓穴无非是一张寂静的眠床， 不知白昼，不见阳光， 让我们在那儿沉思，在那儿期待 孩子呵如今你位于生命的高峰， 因保有天赋的自由而享有尊荣， 为什么你竟懵然与天恩作对， 为什么迫不及待地吁请“年岁” 早早把命定的重轭加在你身上？ 快了！你的灵魂要熬受尘世的苦楚， 你的身心要承载习俗的重负， 像冰霜一样凌厉，像生活一样深广！

这是一个美妙的黄昏，安详而从容，神圣的时辰安静得像一位因崇敬而屏住呼吸的修女，醒目的太阳正在这样的宁静中西沉；天堂的柔和笼罩着海面 ：听！强大的生命醒来了，雷一样的声音在永不停息地滚动。亲爱的孩子！亲爱的姑娘！走到我身旁，假如你没有被庄严的思想感动，那也无损于你圣洁的天性：你一直都待在亚伯拉罕的心里，如同在神殿的中心朝拜，上帝出乎意料地与你同在。It is a Beauteous EveningIt is a beauteous evening, calm and free,The holy time is quiet as a NunBreathless with adoration, the broad sunIs sinking down in its tranquility;The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea:Listen! the mighty being is awake,And doth with his eternal motion makeA sound like thunder--everlastingly;Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,If thou appear untouched by solemn thought,Thy nature is not therefore less divine:Thou liest in Abraham's bosom all the year,And worship'st at the Temple's inner shrine,God being with thee when we know it not.