I

I

LES SILHOUETTES

剪影

   The sea is flecked with bars of grey,

灰色的线条点缀着大海，

   The dull dead wind is out of tune,

死沉沉的风不成调地胡吹，

   And like a withered leaf the moon

月亮像一片树叶已枯萎，

Is blown across the stormy bay.

被吹过了风暴大作的海湾。

   Etched clear upon the pallid sand

一只黑色的小船蚀刻

   Lies the black boat: a sailor boy

在苍白沙滩上：少年水手

   Clambers aboard in careless joy

兴高采烈地爬上船，

With laughing face and gleaming hand.

满面含笑，手背亮晶晶。

   And overhead the curlews cry,

麻鹬在头顶上空尖叫，

   Where through the dusky upland grass

一个年轻的棕肤刈割者

   The young brown-throated reapers pass,

穿越茂密的高地草丛，

Like silhouettes against the sky.

仿佛映衬天空的一幅剪影。

II

II

LA FUITE DE LA LUNE

月之逃逸

   To outer senses there is peace,

外部感觉上一片安宁，

   A dreamy peace on either hand

每只手栖息着梦的静谧，

   Deep silence in the shadowy land,

阴影笼罩的地方万籁俱寂，

Deep silence where the shadows cease.

阴影止步的地方也阒然无声。

   Save for a cry that echoes shrill

一只孤独而忧郁的鸟

   From some lone bird disconsolate;

尖叫一声，引发了回响；

   A corncrake calling to its mate;

一只秧鸡在呼唤它的同伴；

The answer from the misty hill.

回应来自雾蒙蒙的山冈。

   And suddenly the moon withdraws

突然，在璀璨的天空

   Her sickle from the lightening skies,

月亮藏起她的镰刀，

   And to her sombre cavern flies,

裹着淡黄色的薄纱，

Wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.

一直飞向她幽暗的洞孔。