
《秋頌》
To Autumn
John Keats
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
這季節屬於濛霧及豐醇的果實,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
是太陽在歲月成熟中與之親近的密友;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
共同商量著如何賦重並祝福,
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
葡萄串滿的藤蔓,茅草屋簷攀爬著,
To bend with apples the mossd cottage-trees,
蘋果壓彎的果樹,綠蘚小屋依偎著,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
以致水果全部熟透到心;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
使得葫蘆膨脹,並用香甜的核仁
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
撐起榛果殼,使得百花抽芽更盛,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
還有更多更遲的花為蜜蜂而開,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
直到蜜蜂以為日子溫暖永不停止,
For summer has oer-brimmd their clammy cells.
只因濕黏的蜂巢,夏天早已溢出。
Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
誰不見你常在儲藏之內?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
有時向外尋你的,或許會發現
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
你坐在穀倉地上恍惚不聞,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
髮被簸穀的揚風,輕輕吹起,
Or on a half-reapd furrow sound asleep,
又或許,你在半收稼的犁溝上酣眠而睡,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
昏沉沉薰了罌粟煙,那時你的鐮刀
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
不割下一畦連同交纏其中的花朵:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
有時又像拾穗之人,勉強
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
撐起載物重心而涉溪不墜;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
有時或在蘋果釀酒處,痴痴凝視,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.
你看著餘盡幾滴滲出,消磨所有時光。
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
如今春的歌在何處呢?今在何處呢?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
春的歌不要想,你的音樂你仍有!
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
此刻雲朵被條紋劃開,綻放著瀕死消散的白日,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
枯紅餘暉碰觸著殘株短梗的田野,
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
而後哀悼的合唱中,悲鳴著蚊蚋
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
在河邊楊柳之間,托舉空中,
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
或跌落低處,隨著輕風生起消散;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
還有足齡的羔羊,在山稜邊界大聲啼叫,
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
籬邊蟋蟀仍唱;如今高音轉弱了
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft,
紅襟鳥從小園圃吹訊號,
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
集結將離的燕子在四方天際而鳴。

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