Robert Frost

佚 名（譯）

She is as in a field a silken tent

At midday when a sunny summer breeze

Has dried the dew and all its ropes relent,

So that in guys it gently sways at ease,

And its supporting central cedar pole,

That is its pinnacle to heavenward

And signifies the sureness of the soul,

Seems to owe naught to any single cord,

But strictly held by none,is loosely bound

By countless silken ties of love and thought

To everything on earth the compass round,

And only by one's going slightly taut

In the capriciousness of summer air

Is of the slightest bondage made aware.

她像是田野里的一頂絲織的帳篷。

陽光燦爛的夏日，一陣和煦的柔風，

露水消融，絲帳輕搖，

搖出一片安閑與寧靜。

支撐她的是中央那桿雪松，

高高的尖頂指向蔚藍的天空，

象征著靈魂的堅定。

那支柱似乎不靠任何單獨的牽索，

無拘無束，

它靠的是無數(shù)用愛與思編織的絲繩，

松緩地聯(lián)結(jié)到地球上的物事萬種。

唯有當一根絲線，稍稍拉緊，

刮起變幻莫測的夏風，

讓人意識到它在輕微的約束之中。