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爱伦·坡诗选_第8节

爱伦·坡诗选  | 作者:爱伦·坡|  2026-01-15 00:52:23 | TXT下载 | ZIP下载

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Now offer'd, with the pain

Ev'n then I felt—that brightest hour

I would not live again:

For on its wing was dark alloy

And as it flutter'd—fell

An essence—powerful to destroy

A soul that knew it well.

(1827)

“最快乐的日子”

最快乐的日子,最快乐的时辰

我麻木的心儿所能感知,

最显赫的权势,最辉煌的荣幸

我的知觉所能期冀。

我说权势?不错!如我期盼,

可那期盼早已化为乌有!

我青春的梦想也烟消云散——

但就让它们付之东流。

荣耀,我现在与你有何关系?

另一个额头也许会继承

你曾经喷在我身上的毒汁——

安静吧,我的心灵。

最快乐的日子,最快乐的时辰

我的眼睛将看——所一直凝视,

最显赫的权势,最辉煌的荣幸

我的知觉所一直希冀:

但如果那权势和荣耀的希望

现在飞来,带着在那时候

我也感到的痛苦——那极乐时光

我也再不会去享受:

因为希望的翅膀变暗发黑,

而当它飞翔时——掉下一种

元素——其威力足以摧毁

一个以为它美好的灵魂。

(1827)

The Lake—To

In spring of youth it was my lot

To haunt of the wide world a spot

The which I could not love the less—

So lovely was the loneliness

Of a wild lake, with black rock bound,

And the tall pines that towered around.

But when the Night had thrown her pall

Upon that spot, as upon all,

And the mystic wind went by

Murmuring in melody—

Then—ah then I would awake

To the terror of the lone lake.

Yet that terror was not fright,

But a tremulous delight—

A feeling not the jewelled mine

Could teach or bribe me to define—

Nor Love—although the Love were thine.

Death was in that poisonous wave,

And in its gulf a fitting grave

For him who thence could solace bring

To his lone imagining—

Whose solitary soul could make

An Eden of that dim lake.

(1827)

湖致

我命中注定在年少之时

常去这荒芜世界的一隅,

现在我依然爱那个地方——

如此可爱是那湖的凄凉,

凄凉的湖,湖畔黑岩嶙峋,

湖边还有苍松高耸入云。

可是当黑暗撒开夜幕

将湖与世界一同罩住,

当神秘的风在我耳边

悄声诉说着蜜语甜言——

这时——哦,这时我会醒悟,

会意识到那孤湖的恐怖。

可那种恐怖并不吓人,

不过是一阵发抖的高兴——

一种感情,即便用满山宝石

也不能诱惑我下出定义——

爱也不能——纵然那爱是你的。

死亡就在那有毒的涟漪里,

在它的深渊,有一块坟地

适合于他,他能从那墓堆

为他孤独的想象带来安慰——

他寂寞的灵魂能够去改变,

把凄凉的湖变成伊甸乐园。①

(1827)

注释

① 本诗末节隐约涉及托马斯·摩尔《凄凉的沼泽湖》一诗中某些细节。——编者注

Sonnet—To Science

Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!

Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.

Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,

Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?

How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,

Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering

To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,

Albeit he soared with an undaunted

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