Robert Frost罗伯特·弗罗斯特 白羊

The Road Not Taken未选择的路（顾子欣译）

Two roads divergedin a yellow wood, 黄色的树林里分出两条路，

And sorry I couldnot travel both可惜我不能同时去涉足，

And be onetraveler, long I stood我向那路口久久伫立，

And looked downone as far as I could我向着一条路极目望去，

To where it bentin the undergrowth; 直到它消失在丛林深处。

Then took theother, as just as fair, 但我却选了另外一条路，

And having perhapsthe better claim, 它荒草萋萋，十分幽寂，

Because it wasgrassy and wanted wear; 显得更诱人，更美丽；

Though as for thatthe passing there虽然在这条小路上，

Had worn themreally about the same, 很少留下旅人的足迹。

And both thatmorning equally lay那天清晨落叶满地，

In leaves no stephad trodden black. 两条路都未经脚印污染。

Oh, I kept thefirst for another day! 啊，留下一条路等改日再见！

Yet knowing howway leads on to way, 但我知道路径延绵无尽头，

I doubted if Ishould ever come back. 恐怕我难以再回返。

I shall be tellingthis with a sigh也许多少年后在某个地方，

Somewhere ages andages hence: 我将轻声叹息将往事回顾：

Two roads divergedin a wood,and I—一片树林里分出两条路——

I took the oneless traveled by, 而我选择了人迹更少的一条，

And that has madeall the difference. 从此决定了我一生的道路。

 

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening雪夜林边驻脚（熙熙译）

 

Whose woods theseare I think I know. 我想我知道这树林的主人
His house is in the village though; 尽管他的房舍坐落在山村
He will not see me stopping here他不会看见我在这里歇脚
To watch his woods fill up with snow. 看着林中飘满了雪霏

My little horse must think it queer我的小马一定觉得奇怪
To stop without a farmhouse near为何停留在杳无人迹的野外
Between the woods and frozen lake在树林和冰湖的原野上
The darkest evening of the year. 最浓重的夜色到来

He gives his harness bells a shake它晃动了一下铃儿
To ask if there is some mistake. 询问我是否走失了路
The only other sound's the sweep只有微风吹过，雪花飞舞
Of easy wind and downy flake. 除此一片沉默

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. 树林真可爱，黑暗幽深
But I have promises to keep, 但我还有生活的夙愿
And miles to go before I sleep, 再走一程才能入眠
And miles to go before I sleep. 再走一程才能入眠

 

The Most of It

He thought he keptthe universe alone;

For all the voicein answer he could wake

Was but themocking echo of his own

From some tree-hiddencliff across the lake.

Some morning fromthe boulder-broken beach

He would cry outon life, that what it wants

Is not its ownlove back in copy speech,

But counter-love,original response.

And nothing evercame of what he cried

Unless it was theembodiment that crashed

In the cliff'stalus on the other side,

And then in thefar distant water splashed,

But after a timeallowed for it to swim,

Instead of provinghuman when it neared

And someone elseadditional to him,

As a great buck itpowerfully appeared,

Pushing thecrumpled water up ahead,

And landed pouringlike a waterfall,

And stumbledthrough the rocks with horny tread,

And forced theunderbrush-and that was all.

 

The Rose Family

The rose is arose,
And was always a rose.
But now the theory goes
That the apple's a rose,
And the pear is, and so's
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose--
But were always a rose.