半升筒
人生如梦亦如诗
Desert Places
荒野
by Robert Frost
雪下得好快夜降得好快，噢，好快，
在这野外，我看着的、走过的野外，
而这地面几乎都被雪平滑地覆盖，
只有些野草和残枝在作最后的摇摆。
环绕它的林木拥有它—它属它们。
所有的动物都被堵塞在他们的洞穴。
我太缺乏精力，以致我无法细数；
这孤独包括了我，我竟没有感觉。
且它是孤独的，它仿佛是那种孤独
在它变少之前，它会更加孤独
那夜幕笼罩下的雪披着空洞的雪白
没有表情，没有什么东西需要表述。
他们不能用他们空的空间吓唬我
星星之间、星星之上没有人类的种族
离家更近在我里面我有那么多孤独
用我内在的荒野来使我自己惊惧。
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.
