弗羅斯特經(jīng)典詩歌雙語賞析
弗羅斯特經(jīng)典詩歌雙語賞析
弗羅斯特(Robert Frost)美國著名的詩人。1874年3月26日生于美國西部的舊金山。他是第一個(gè)四次獲得普利策獎(jiǎng)的人。主要詩集有《孩子的意愿》、《波士頓以北》、《新罕布什爾》、《西去的溪流》、《理智的假面具》、《慈悲的假面具》、《林間中地》等。下面學(xué)習(xí)啦小編為大家?guī)砀チ_斯特經(jīng)典詩歌雙語賞析，歡迎大家閱讀!
弗羅斯特經(jīng)典詩歌雙語賞析：山
The mountain held the town as in a shadow
I saw so much before I slept there once:
I noticed that I missed stars in the west,
Where its black body cut into the sky.
Near me it seemed: I felt it like a wall
Behind which I was sheltered from a wind.
And yet between the town and it I found,
When I walked forth at dawn to see new things,
Were fields, a river, and beyond, more fields.
The river at the time was fallen away,
And made a widespread brawl on cobble-stones;
But the signs showed what it had done in spring;
Good grass-land gullied out, and in the grass
Ridges of sand, and driftwood stripped of bark.
I crossed the river and swung round the mountain.
And there I met a man who moved so slow
With white-faced oxen in a heavy cart,
It seemed no hand to stop him altogether.
"What town is this?" I asked.
"This? Lunenburg."
Then I was wrong: the town of my sojourn,
Beyond the bridge, was not that of the mountain,
But only felt at night its shadowy presence.
"Where is your village? Very far from here?"
"There is no village--only scattered farms.
We were but sixty voters last election.
We can't in nature grow to many more:
That thing takes all the room!" He moved his goad.
The mountain stood there to be pointed at.
Pasture ran up the side a little way,
And then there was a wall of trees with trunks:
After that only tops of trees, and cliffs
Imperfectly concealed among the leaves.
A dry ravine emerged from under boughs
Into the pasture.
"That looks like a path.
Is that the way to reach the top from here?--
Not for this morning, but some other time:
I must be getting back to breakfast now."
"I don't advise your trying from this side.
There is no proper path, but those that have
Been up, I understand, have climbed from Ladd's.
That's five miles back. You can't mistake the place:
They logged it there last winter some way up.
I'd take you, but I'm bound the other way."
"You've never climbed it?"
"I've been on the sides
Deer-hunting and trout-fishing. There's a brook
That starts up on it somewhere--I've heard say
Right on the top, tip-top--a curious thing.
But what would interest you about the brook,
It's always cold in summer, warm in winter.
One of the great sights going is to see
It steam in winter like an ox's breath,
Until the bushes all along its banks
Are inch-deep with the frosty spines and bristles--
You know the kind. Then let the sun shine on it!"
"There ought to be a view around the world
From such a mountain--if it isn't wooded
Clear to the top." I saw through leafy screens
Great granite terraces in sun and shadow,
Shelves one could rest a knee on getting up--
With depths behind him sheer a hundred feet;
Or turn and sit on and look out and down,
With little ferns in crevices at his elbow.
"As to that I can't say. But there's the spring,
Right on the summit, almost like a fountain.
That ought to be worth seeing."
"If it's there.
You never saw it?"
"I guess there's no doubt
About its being there. I never saw it.
It may not be right on the very top:
It wouldn't have to be a long way down
To have some head of water from above,
And a good distance down might not be noticed
By anyone who'd come a long way up.
One time I asked a fellow climbing it
To look and tell me later how it was."
"What did he say?"
"He said there was a lake
Somewhere in Ireland on a mountain top."
"But a lake's different. What about the spring?"
"He never got up high enough to see.
That's why I don't advise your trying this side.
He tried this side. I've always meant to go
And look myself, but you know how it is:
It doesn't seem so much to climb a mountain
You've worked around the foot of all your life.
What would I do? Go in my overalls,
With a big stick, the same as when the cows
Haven't come down to the bars at milking time?
Or with a shotgun for a stray black bear?
'Twouldn't seem real to climb for climbing it."
"I shouldn't climb it if I didn't want to--
Not for the sake of climbing. What's its name?"
"We call it Hor: I don't know if that's right."
"Can one walk around it? Would it be too far?"
"You can drive round and keep in Lunenburg,
But it's as much as ever you can do,
The boundary lines keep in so close to it.
Hor is the township, and the township's Hor--
And a few houses sprinkled round the foot,
Like boulders broken off the upper cliff,
Rolled out a little farther than the rest."
"Warm in December, cold in June, you say?"
"I don't suppose the water's changed at all.
You and I know enough to know it's warm
Compared with cold, and cold compared with warm.
But all the fun's in how you say a thing."
"You've lived here all your life?"
"Ever since Hor
Was no bigger than a----" What, I did not hear.
He drew the oxen toward him with light touches
Of his slim goad on nose and offside flank,
Gave them their marching orders and was moving.
山
山如同暗中支撐著城鎮(zhèn)一樣。
有一次我在那里睡覺前看了那么久的山脈：
我注意到因它那黑色的身軀插進(jìn)天空，
使我錯(cuò)過了西方的星星。
它似乎離我很近：我感覺它如同
身后的一面墻在風(fēng)中保護(hù)著我。
黎明時(shí)當(dāng)我為著看見新事物而向前走，
我發(fā)現(xiàn)山與城鎮(zhèn)之間，
有田野，一條河，以及遠(yuǎn)處，更多的田野。
河流那時(shí)已快干涸，
泛泛地在鵝卵石上嘩嘩地流著;
但是從跡象仍可看到它春天的上漲：
不錯(cuò)的草地開了溝，在草里
堆著沙子，浮木被剝?nèi)チ藰淦ぁ?/p>
我穿過了河流轉(zhuǎn)向了那山。
在那里我遇見了個(gè)人帶著頭面容蒼白
拉著沉重車子的公牛且很慢地移動，
總之讓他停下來也沒事兒。
“這兒是什么城鎮(zhèn)?”我問。
“這兒?盧嫩堡。”
那么我錯(cuò)了：我逗留的城鎮(zhèn)，
是在橋那邊，倒不是山，
只是在晚上我能感覺它朦朧的存在。
“你的村子在哪兒?離這兒很遠(yuǎn)?”
“那里沒有村子——只有分散的農(nóng)莊。
上次選舉中我們只有六十個(gè)投票者。
我們的人數(shù)不能自然增加到一個(gè)數(shù)量：
那東西占了很大的空間!”移了移他的刺棒。
他指著立在那里的山。
山腰上的牧場往上延伸了一小段，
然后是那里的一排樹木的樹干;
在那之后只有樹木的頂端，和懸崖
沒有徹底隱蔽在樹葉之中。
主枝下面形成的那條干涸溪谷
直到那牧場。
“那看上去像條路。
就是從這里到達(dá)山頂?shù)穆穯?——
今天早晨不行，但其他時(shí)間：
我現(xiàn)在要回去吃早餐了。”
“我不建議你試著在這邊上山。
沒有真正的路，那些
上過山的人都是從拉德家開始往上爬。
往后走五英里。你可不能錯(cuò)過那地方：
他們在上個(gè)冬天把遠(yuǎn)處的有些樹木伐掉了。
我想帶著你，可惜我要走其它路。”
“你從來沒有爬過它?”
“我去過山腰
打鹿以及釣鮭魚。有條小溪
的源頭就在那里的什么地方——我聽說
在正頂端，最高點(diǎn)——是件另人好奇的事情。
但這小溪使你感興趣的地方就是，
在夏天溪水總是冷的，而冬天是暖的。
冬天看見它的水汽如同
公牛的呼吸，這也是最偉大景觀之一，
水汽順著堤岸的灌木叢使它們有
一英寸厚的霜狀棘刺和毛發(fā)——
你知道那樣式。然后就讓陽光照在上面!”
“那應(yīng)該成為是這樣一座山上的
世界風(fēng)景——若一直到山頂都不是
繁茂樹木的話。”我透過樹葉茂盛的遮簾
看見大塊花崗巖在陽光與陰影中成了臺地，
攀爬時(shí)膝蓋可以靠在那個(gè)傾斜面——
身后肯定有一百英尺來高;
或者轉(zhuǎn)動身子且坐在上面向外俯視，
肘部就可以挨著裂縫里長出的蕨類。
“至于那個(gè)我不敢說。但泉水是存在的，
正好在山頂，幾乎像一個(gè)噴泉。
那應(yīng)該很值得看。”
“如果真的在那兒。
你從來沒見過?”
“我想它存在于那里的
事實(shí)是不會有疑惑的。我從來沒見過。
它也許不會在絕對的頂端：
我想從山間的河源不必一定要從
最上面那么長一路下來，
從那么遠(yuǎn)爬上來的人或許不會注意
一條從不近不遠(yuǎn)的距離流下來的溪水。
有一次我請一個(gè)正在攀爬的人
去看看然后再告訴我那是什么樣子的。”
“他說了什么?”
“他告訴我說在愛爾蘭
什么地方的山頂上有片湖。”
“但湖就是不一樣。泉水呢?”
“他還沒登上足夠他可以看見的高度呢。
那就是為什么我不建議你在這邊爬山。
他試過這邊。我總想自己過去
然后親眼看看，但你知道是怎么一回事：
去攀爬一座山幾乎沒有什么意義
因?yàn)槟阋呀?jīng)在這山麓周圍工作一輩子了。
我上山做什么?要我穿著工作褲，
拿著根大棍子，如同奶牛在
擠奶時(shí)沒有回到柵欄里一樣?
或者為著遇見迷路的黑熊而拿著桿獵槍?
看上去似乎不是真為爬上去而爬呢。”
“如果我不想上去我也不會爬——
不是因?yàn)榕郎奖旧淼木壒省Ｄ巧浇惺裁?”
“我們叫它霍：我不知道那對不對。”
“一個(gè)人能繞著它走嗎?會很遠(yuǎn)嗎?”
“你能在周圍開車但要保持是在盧嫩堡境內(nèi)，
不過你所能做的就這些，
它的邊界線近近地貼著山腳。
霍就是鎮(zhèn)區(qū)，鎮(zhèn)區(qū)就是霍——
少許房屋散布在山腳周圍，
如同巨石折斷了上面的懸崖，
比起那靜止不動的滾出了一點(diǎn)點(diǎn)遠(yuǎn)。”
“在十二月暖和，六月寒冷，你說的?”
“我根本不認(rèn)為是水在改變。
你和我都很明白說它暖和
只是與寒冷的相比，寒冷呢是與暖和。
而所有樂趣就是你怎樣說出一件事情。”
“你一輩子都在這里生活?”
“自從霍
的大小還不如一個(gè)——”說的什么，我沒聽到。
他用細(xì)長的刺棒輕輕觸碰著公牛的鼻子與
后面的脅腹，將繩子朝自己拉了過來，
發(fā)出了幾聲吆喝，然后慢慢向遠(yuǎn)處移走。
弗羅斯特經(jīng)典詩歌雙語賞析：星星破裂者
You know Orien always comes up sideways.
Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains,
And rising on his hands, he looks in on me
Busy outdoors by lantern-light with something
I should have done by daylight, and indeed,
After the ground is frozen, I should have done
Before it froze, and a gust flings a handful
Of waste leaves at my smoky lantern chimney
To make fun of my way of doing things,
Or else fun of Orion's having caught me.
Has a man, I should like to ask, no rights
These forces are obliged to pay respect to?"
So Brad McLaughlin mingled reckless talk
Of heavenly stars with hugger-mugger farming,
Till having failed at hugger-mugger farming,
He burned his house down for the fire insurance
And spent the proceeds on a telescope
To satisfy a life-long curiosity
About our place among the infinities.
"What do you want with one of those blame things?"
I asked him well beforehand. "Don't you get one!"
"Don't call it blamed; there isn't anything
More blameless in the sense of being less
A weapon in our human fight," he said.
"I'll have one if I sell my farm to buy it."
There where he moved the rocks to plow the ground
And plowed between the rocks he couldn't move,
Few farms changed hands; so rather than spend years
Trying to sell his farm and then not selling,
He burned his house down for the fire insurance
And bought the telescope with what it came to.
He had been heard to say by several:
"The best thing that we're put here for's to see;
The strongest thing that's given us to see with's
A telescope. Someone in every town
Seems to me owes it to the town to keep one.
In Littleton it may as well be me."
After such loose talk it was no surprise
When he did what he did and burned his house down.
Mean laughter went about the town that day
To let him know we weren't the least imposed on,
And he could wait--we'd see to him to-morrow.
But the first thing next morning we reflected
If one by one we counted people out
For the least sin, it wouldn't take us long
To get so we had no one left to live with.
For to be social is to be forgiving.
Our thief, the one who does our stealing from us,
We don't cut off from coming to church suppers,
But what we miss we go to him and ask for.
He promptly gives it back, that is if still
Uneaten, unworn out, or undisposed of.
It wouldn't do to be too hard on Brad
About his telescope. Beyond the age
Of being given one's gift for Christmas,[1]
He had to take the best way he knew how
To find himself in one. Well, all we said was
He took a strange thing to be roguish over.
Some sympathy was wasted on the house,
A good old-timer dating back along;
But a house isn't sentient; the house
Didn't feel anything. And if it did,
Why not regard it as a sacrifice,
And an old-fashioned sacrifice by fire,
Instead of a new-fashioned one at auction?
Out of a house and so out of a farm
At one stroke (of a match), Brad had to turn
To earn a living on the Concord railroad,
As under-ticket-agent at a station
Where his job, when he wasn't selling tickets,
Was setting out up track and down, not plants
As on a farm, but planets, evening stars
That varied in their hue from red to green.
He got a good glass for six hundred dollars.
His new job gave him leisure for star-gazing.
Often he bid me come and have a look
Up the brass barrel, velvet black inside,
At a star quaking in the other end.
I recollect a night of broken clouds
And underfoot snow melted down to ice,
And melting further in the wind to mud.
Bradford and I had out the telescope.
We spread our two legs as it spread its three,
Pointed our thoughts the way we pointed it,
And standing at our leisure till the day broke,
Said some of the best things we ever said.
That telescope was christened the Star-splitter,
Because it didn't do a thing but split
A star in two or three the way you split
A globule of quicksilver in your hand
With one stroke of your finger in the middle.
It's a star-splitter if there ever was one
And ought to do some good if splitting stars
'Sa thing to be compared with splitting wood.
We've looked and looked, but after all where are we?
Do we know any better where we are,
And how it stands between the night to-night
And a man with a smoky lantern chimney?
How different from the way it ever stood?
[1]Of being given one for Christmas gift
星星破裂者
“你知道獵戶座經(jīng)常從路頭上來。
先是一條腿穿過我們柵欄似的群山，
然后升起手臂，它看著我
用燈籠光在戶外忙碌于某些
我該在白天完成的
什么事情。確實(shí)，
大地結(jié)凍后，我則是做它結(jié)凍
之前應(yīng)完成的，陣風(fēng)將一些
無用的落葉丟進(jìn)我冒煙的
燈罩，取笑我所做事情的方式，
或取笑獵戶座讓我著迷了。
我應(yīng)該問問，一個(gè)人，難道
沒有權(quán)利關(guān)心這些冥冥的影響力?”
那么布雷·麥克羅林輕率地把
空中的星星與雜亂的農(nóng)事混合，
直到不再做那雜亂的農(nóng)事，
他為著火災(zāi)保險(xiǎn)金將房子全部燒毀了
然后用得來的錢買了臺望遠(yuǎn)鏡
以此滿足我們在無窮宇宙之中
所在之地里的——畢生好奇心。
“你想要那該死的東西干什么?”
我預(yù)先問他，“你不是有一個(gè)!”
“不要把它叫該死;沒有什么
比起在我們?nèi)祟惔蚨分兴玫奈淦?/p>
更為無過失，”他說，
“如果我賣掉農(nóng)場我就要買一個(gè)。”
在那里他為著耕地而搬走了石塊
且在他所不能搬動的石塊之間耕著，
農(nóng)場幾乎不好轉(zhuǎn)手;他花費(fèi)了時(shí)間
想賣掉自己的農(nóng)場卻賣不掉，
他便為著火災(zāi)保險(xiǎn)將房子全部燒毀
然后用所得的買了臺望遠(yuǎn)鏡。
有幾個(gè)人都聽他這樣說：
“在我們這兒最美的事就是觀看;
最讓我們看得遠(yuǎn)的東西就是
望遠(yuǎn)鏡。似乎每個(gè)城鎮(zhèn)都應(yīng)該
有人，來給城鎮(zhèn)弄到一個(gè)。
在利特爾頓的人還是我最好。”
在這樣大開口后他燒毀了自己的房子
并且做了他想做的，這實(shí)在沒什么驚奇。
可那天冷笑聲在城鎮(zhèn)里四處走動
而讓他知道我們一點(diǎn)也沒受騙，
他就等著吧——我們明天要注意他。
但第二天早晨我們首先所想的
就是一個(gè)人最小的過失，
若是我們一個(gè)接一個(gè)地?cái)?shù)點(diǎn)，
那么很快我們就會形只影單。
因?yàn)橐舜藖硗鸵兊萌蚀取?/p>
我們的盜賊，那個(gè)從我們那里偷竊的，
我們沒有拒絕他來教堂參加圣餐儀式，
但為著所丟失的我們會到他那里去索取。
如若東西依然沒被吃，沒有弄壞，
或者沒有處理掉，他會迅速地將它歸還。
所以不要因?yàn)椴祭椎耐h(yuǎn)鏡
而對他太刻薄。畢竟他超過了
得到這樣一份圣誕禮物的年齡，
他要用自己所知道的最好方法
給自己提供一個(gè)。好，我們所要說的就是
他以為這件奇怪的事情已蒙混過關(guān)。
有人將同情浪費(fèi)在了那房屋上，
是一幢不錯(cuò)的古老的原木房屋;
但它沒有感情;房屋不會
有任何感覺。如果它有，
為什么不把當(dāng)看作如同祭品一樣的呢，
一個(gè)過時(shí)的火祭，
取代了新式的虧本拍賣?
在房屋外面同樣在農(nóng)場外面
一劃(一根火柴)，布雷轉(zhuǎn)到
了要靠在康科德鐵路謀生，
例如在他工作車站的地下
做車票代理，當(dāng)他不賣車票了，
他就開始到處追看星星，不像是
在農(nóng)場上忙碌，而是追看行星，晚星
從紅色到綠色地改變著顏色。
他用六百美元得到了個(gè)好鏡子。
新工作給了他注視星星的空閑。
他經(jīng)常歡迎我來看一看
那黃銅色的圓筒，內(nèi)面是柔軟的黑色，
另一端對著星星震動著。
我回想了一晚上那破裂的云朵
和在腳下融化成冰的雪花，
在風(fēng)中更遠(yuǎn)地融化成了泥土。
布拉德福和我一起用著望遠(yuǎn)鏡。
我們伸展開雙腳如同伸展開它的三根支架，
讓我們的想法對著它所對著的方向，
在空閑時(shí)間中站立直到黎明到來，
并談著那些我們從來沒有說過的事情。
那望遠(yuǎn)鏡被命名為星星破裂者，
因?yàn)樗耸剐切侨缤?/p>
在你手中的水銀小球一樣
從中間裂開而分成
兩三塊以外，它不做任何事情。
如果曾經(jīng)存在的話它就是星星破裂者
若破裂星星是件可以與砍木材
相比較的事情那它也應(yīng)算做了些好事。
我們看了又看，但我們終究在哪里?
我們能更好地知道我們在哪里嗎，
它今晚是怎樣立在夜晚
和那有著冒煙燈籠的燈罩之間?
與它曾經(jīng)的站立方式會有多大有變化?
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