Sara Teasdale
1:
Night Song at Amalfi
I asked the heaven of stars
What I should give my love—
It answered me with silence,
Silence above.
I asked the darkened sea
Down where the fishers go—
It answered me with silence,
Silence below.
Oh, I could give him weeping,
Or I could give him song—
But how can I give silence,
My whole life long?
2:
Twilight
Dreamily over the roofs
The cold spring rain is falling;
Out in the lonely tree
A bird is calling, calling.
Slowly over the earth
The wings of night are falling;
My heart like the bird in the tree
Is calling, calling, calling.
黄昏
春天的冷雨洒落
迷蒙了屋脊
只听见孤树上的一只小鸟
在鸣叫，鸣叫。
夜晚的帷幕降落
笼罩了大地
我的心如同那树上的小鸟
在哀嚎，哀嚎，哀嚎。
