1、爱情和一个疑问
罗伯特·弗罗斯特
翻译：潘学峰
一个陌生人在晚上来到门口，
他径直对新郎说。
他手里玩弄着一个绿白棒，
那是，他在意的所有。
他用眼睛探寻多于用嘴问。
（他）想寻一个过夜的庇护所，
他转身看着远方的路
不见一丝窗光。
新郎过来到了走廊
边走边说‘让我们把天空仰望，
问问今夜将会怎样，
陌生人，你和我。‘
忍冬的叶子散落在院子，
它们浆果已变成蓝色，
秋天，是的，冬天已在风中;
“陌生人，我希望我知道。”
屋内，新娘独自在黄昏
躬着身子侍弄着炉火，
煤火和心里的欲念映在她脸上，
她的脸染玫瑰红色
新郎望着疲惫的道路，
却看见她在里面，
他祝愿她的心珍藏在金箱内
用银质别针加锁。
新郎认为这只是一点给予
情同一块面包一个钱袋般施舍，
或一个虔诚的祈祷者替穷人向上帝祈祷，
或为富人祈祷诅咒;
但一个人不管是否被问到
在新房里窝藏不幸，
都将破坏两人的爱情
新郎希望他知道。
Love and a Question
by Robert Frost
A stranger came to the door at eve,
And he spoke the bridegroom fair.
He bore a green-white stick in his hand,
And, for all burden, care.
He asked with the eyes more than the lips
For a shelter for the night,
And he turned and looked at the road afar
Without a window light.
The bridegroom came forth into the porch
With, Let us look at the sky,
And question what of the night to be,
Stranger, you and I.
The woodbine leaves littered the yard,
The woodbine berries were blue,
Autumn, yes, winter was in the wind;
Stranger, I wish I knew.
Within, the bride in the dusk alone
Bent over the open fire,
Her face rose-red with the glowing coal
And the thought of the hearts desire.
The bridegroom looked at the weary road,
Yet saw but her within,
And wished her heart in a case of gold
And pinned with a silver pin.
The bridegroom thought it little to give
A dole of bread, a purse,
A heartfelt prayer for the poor of God,
Or for the rich a curse;
But whether or not a man was asked
To mar the love of two
By harboring woe in the bridal house,
The bridegroom wished he knew.
2、我爱过那些已经凋谢的花
英国桂冠诗人
罗伯特·布里奇斯
翻译：潘学峰
我曾爱过那些凋谢的花，
在他的魔帐
成就了多彩的婚姻
用无法回想起的甜蜜和芬芳：
一种蜜月的欣喜，
一种易见的爱的快乐，
在一个小时内长大
我的歌恰如一朵花！
我曾爱过那逝去的曲调
在他们的魅力前
沿着液体的天空
颤栗着迎接它。
注意，它带着火焰的脉博
宣告圣灵的欲望，
死去，无处可寻
我的歌恰如一丝气息！
死亡，歌，死亡象一次呼吸，
凋零宛若一次绽放;
不要惧怕一个华丽的死亡，
不雅恐惧一座空空的坟场！
快乐着飞翔，为快乐而飞翔！
它是你爱的温馨
盛宴;现在，在你的棺柩上
美色将含泪凝望。
I have loved flowers that fade
by Robert Bridges
I have loved flowers that fade,
Within whose magic tents
Rich hues have marriage made
With sweet unmemoried scents:
A honeymoon delight,
A joy of love at sight,
That ages in an hour
My song be like a flower!.
I have loved airs that die
Before their charm is writ
Along a liquid sky
Trembling to welcome it.
Notes, that with pulse of fire
Proclaim the spirits desire,
Then die, and are nowhere
My song be like an air!.
Die, song, die like a breath,
And wither as a bloom;
Fear not a flowery death,
Dread not an airy tomb!
Fly with delight, fly hence!
Twas thine loves tender sense
To feast; now on thy bier
Beauty shall shed a tear.
3、给我们所知道的最美
罗伯特·布里奇斯
翻译：潘学峰
美是我们所知道的最好的东西。
它囊括了神秘和秘密的目的
自然的，所有的快乐是它俗世的名字
从未被告知可以形成和通过感觉给予；
人类已经加快了自己的直觉去消耗
科学的脚步；消抵着她的羞恼
想象接受着天国的主张，
在悲哀之上建一座塔房。
美色找不到公平的机会
怎比她在自然中赢得的释放
从世界上所有的苦难中；
不以他的悲伤期许他爱的增长，
如果从人的更大需求美的回报，
则需要他的眼泪顺从他心的安详。
For beauty being the best of all we know
by Robert Bridges
For beauty being the best of all we know
Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims
Of nature, and on joys whose earthly names
Were never told can form and sense bestow;
And man has sped his instinct to outgo
The step of science; and against her shames
Imagination stakes out heavenly claims,
Building a tower above the head of woe.
Nor is there fairer work for beauty found
Than that she win in nature her release
From all the woes that in the world abound;
Nay with his sorrow may his love increase,
If from mans greater need beauty redound,
And claim his tears for homage of his peace.
4、哎！可惜！.
奥斯卡·王尔德
潘学峰 译
让每一个激情漂流直抵我的心灵
如一把鲁特琴让所有的风都能演奏，
正是为此我才放弃了
我古老的智慧和严厉的自制？
依吾之见我的生活只是一个复写的卷轴
上面潦草地写着一些孩子气的节日
用懒散的韵律搪塞音管和编诗，
是的！但那也只会糟蹋全部的秘密。
也确实，有一段时光我可能真的如此消磨
阳光照耀的高度，和生活的不和谐
击出一个清晰的和弦直达上帝的耳朵。
难道那时光已然死去？咯！用一根小棍
是的！可我也只是用它轻触了浪漫的甜蜜
而我则必须要失去一个灵魂的传承吗？
Helas
by Oscar Wilde
To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,
Is it for this that I have given away
Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control?
Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll
Scrawled over on some boyish holiday
With idle songs for pipe and virelay,
Which do but mar the secret of the whole.
Surely there was a time I might have trod
The sunlit heights, and from lifes dissonance
Struck one clear chord to reach the ears of God.
Is that time dead?lo! with a little rod
I did but touch the honey of romance
And must I lose a souls inheritance?
5、那些爱自己的手所做的嘴唇
威廉·莎士比亚
翻译 潘学峰
那些爱自己的手制作的嘴唇，
吐出了这声音：“我恨”
这对我而言是为她承受的折磨;
但当她见我难过的样子，
她心立生怜悯，
责备那总是甜言蜜语的舌头
竟被用来给出轻轻的伤害，
教它重新问候：
“我恨”，她改变了结局，
随之而来的是温存的日子
可在随后的夜晚，她又象个蛮婆
从天堂到地狱的飞逝。
来自恨的“我恨”被她抛出，
救了我的命，说：“不是你。”
Those lips that Loves own hand did make
by William Shakespeare
Breathed forth the sound that said "I hate"
To me that languished for her sake;
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was used in giving gentle doom,
And taught it thus anew to greet:
"I hate" she altered with an end,
That followed it as gentle day
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
"I hate" from hate away she threw,
And saved my life, saying "not you."
6、我捏着一颗宝石
艾米莉·狄金森
潘学峰 译
我捏着一颗宝石 -
去睡了 -
天气温暖，风也缓和 -
我说：“握紧” -
我醒来 - 责骂我诚实的手指，
宝石不见了 -
而现在，一个紫水晶的回忆
成了我的所有 -
I held a Jewel in my fingers
by Emily Dickinson
I held a Jewel in my fingers --
And went to sleep --
The day was warm, and winds were prosy --
I said "Twill keep" --
I woke -- and chid my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone --
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own --
7、有爱就够了
威廉·莫里斯
翻译：潘学峰
有爱就够了：即使世界衰变，
森林沉寂，只有凄凄语怨，
即便天空太黯，惺忪的双目难见
毛茛和雏菊盛开依然，
即使群山入影，大海黑漆似迷，
这一天掩盖了过去所有的行迹，
然而他们的手不会颤抖，他们的脚步不会迟疑
虚空不会令他们疲倦，恐惧亦不会让他们改变。
这些爱和被爱人的唇和眼。
Love Is Enough
by William Morris
Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover.
