半升筒
人生如夢亦如詩
Desert Places
荒野
by Robert Frost
雪下得好快夜降得好快，噢，好快，
在這野外，我看著的、走過的野外，
而這地麵幾乎都被雪平滑地覆蓋，
隻有些野草和殘枝在作最後的搖擺。
環繞它的林木擁有它—它屬它們。
所有的動物都被堵塞在他們的洞穴。
我太缺乏精力，以致我無法細數；
這孤獨包括了我，我竟沒有感覺。
且它是孤獨的，它仿佛是那種孤獨
在它變少之前，它會更加孤獨
那夜幕籠罩下的雪披著空洞的雪白
沒有表情，沒有什麽東西需要表述。
他們不能用他們空的空間嚇唬我
星星之間、星星之上沒有人類的種族
離家更近在我裏麵我有那麽多孤獨
用我內在的荒野來使我自己驚懼。
Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.
The woods around it have it--it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.
And lonely as it is that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less--
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
With no expression, nothing to express.
They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars--on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.
