圣诞驶车送双亲回家郑敏 译

Driving my Parents Home at Christmas罗伯特·布莱


穿过风雪,我驶车送二老
As I drive my parents home through the snow
在山崖边他们衰弱的身躯感到犹豫
their frailty hesitates on the edge of a mountainside.

我向山谷高喊
I call over the cliff
只有积雪给我回答
only snow answers.

他们悄悄地谈话
They talk quietly
说到提水,吃桔子
of hauling water of eating an orange
孙子的照片,昨晚忘记拿了。
of a grandchild's photograph left behind last night.

他们打开自己的家门,身影消失了
When they open the door of their house they disappear.

橡树在林中倒下,谁能听见?隔着千里的沉寂。
And the oak when it falls in the forest who hears it through miles and miles of silence?
他们这样紧紧挨近地坐着,好象被雪挤压在一起。
They sit so close to each other; as if pressed together by the snow.


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