孤独

鲍海飞 译 2010-5-10

每个人内心的深处，时时涌动着，那是什么？真的这样吗？也许未必孤独。那些善善恶恶，是是非非，得得失失，能逃避吗？在山水之间，在自然之间，也许会找到归宿。

Alone

Edgar Allen Poe (1809—1849)

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were — I have not seen
As others saw — I could not bring
My passions from a common spring —
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow — I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone —
And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone —
Then — in my childhood — in the dawn
Of a most stormy life — was drawn
From ev'ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still —
From the torrent, or the fountain —
From the red cliff of the mountain —
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold —
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass'd me flying by —
From the thunder, and the storm —
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view —
少时未为他人为，

亦为见人所亦见；

清泉未将激情燃，

忧愁亦未曾带远。

叮咚泉水似轻唤，

却难唤我欢心颜，

我独衷爱爱孤独。

昔时初踏启蒙路，

迷茫人生扬起帆，

善恶是非面面观，

神秘依然将我缠：

来自激流来自泉；

来自山颠红崖边；

来自金光秋色里，

阳光普照我暖暖；

来自天空急闪电，

惊天飞逝穿身边；

来自雷声和风暴，

乌云渐聚渐成形，

天空背底蓝色衬，

一个魔鬼眼中现。