白朗宁夫人十四行1
白朗宁夫人十四行诗
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我想起当年希腊的诗人曾经歌咏：
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
年复一年，那良辰在殷切的盼望中
Of the sweet years,the dear and wished-for years, 翩然降临，各自带一份礼物
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
分送给世人 ——年老或是年少。
To bear a gift for mortals,old or young:
当我这么想，感慨着诗人的古调，
And as I mused it in his antique tongue,
穿过我泪眼所逐渐展开的幻觉，
I saw ,in gradul vision throught my tears,
我看见，那欢乐的岁月、哀伤的岁月——
The sweet ,sad years, the melancholy years,
我自己的年华，把一片片黑影接连着
Those of my own life ,who by turns had flung
掠过我的身。紧接着，我就察觉
A shadow across me. Straightway I was’ware
（我哭了）我背后有个神秘的黑影
So weeping ,how a mystic Shape did move
在移动，而且一把揪住了我的发，
Behind me ,and drew me backward by the hair; 往后拉，还有一声吆喝（我只是在挣扎）：
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,——
“这回是谁逮住了你？猜！”“死，”我答话。
“Guess now who holds thee?””—Death” I said .But,there 听哪，那银铃似的回音：“不是死，是爱！”
The silver answer rang,--“Not Death ,but love.‘