Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening (1923)
－－Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
雪夜林畔小驻
－－余光中译
想来我认识这座森林,
林主的庄宅就在邻村,
却不会见我在此驻马,
看他林中积雪的美景.
我的小马一定颇惊讶：
四望不见有什么农家,
偏是一年最暗的黄昏,
寒林和冰湖之间停下.
它摇一摇身上的串铃,
问我这地方该不该停.
此外只有轻风拂雪片,
再也听不见其他声音.
森林又暗又深真可羡,
但我还要守一些诺言,
还要赶多少路才安眠,
还要赶多少路才安眠.