<p class="ql-block">“萌芽的嫩枝張臂如扇 / 捕捉那陣陣的清風 / </p><p class="ql-block">使我沒法不深切地感到 / 它們也自有歡欣”（威廉·華茲華斯）</p> <p class="ql-block">《寫于早春》</p><p class="ql-block">威廉·華茲華斯 作</p><p class="ql-block">王佐良 譯</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">我躺臥在樹林之中，</p><p class="ql-block">聽著融諧的千萬聲音，</p><p class="ql-block">閑適的情緒，愉快的思想，</p><p class="ql-block">卻帶來了憂心忡忡。</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">大自然把她的美好事物</p><p class="ql-block">通過我聯(lián)系人的靈魂，</p><p class="ql-block">而我痛心萬分，想起了</p><p class="ql-block">人怎樣對待著人。</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">那邊綠蔭中的櫻草花叢，</p><p class="ql-block">有長春花在把花圈編織，</p><p class="ql-block">我深信每朵花不論大小，</p><p class="ql-block">都能享受它呼吸的空氣。</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">四周的鳥兒跳了又耍，</p><p class="ql-block">我不知道它們想些什么，</p><p class="ql-block">但它們每個細微的動作，</p><p class="ql-block">似乎都激起心頭的歡樂。</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">萌芽的嫩枝張臂如扇，</p><p class="ql-block">捕捉那陣陣的清風，</p><p class="ql-block">使我沒法不深切地感到，</p><p class="ql-block">它們也自有歡欣。</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">如果上天叫我這樣相信，</p><p class="ql-block">如果這是大自然的用心，</p><p class="ql-block">難道我沒有理由悲嘆</p><p class="ql-block">人怎樣對待著人？</p> <p class="ql-block">Lines Written in Early Spring</p><p class="ql-block">By William Wordsworth</p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">I heard a thousand blended notes,</p><p class="ql-block">While in a grove I sate reclined,</p><p class="ql-block">In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts</p><p class="ql-block">Bring sad thoughts to the mind.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">To her fair works did Nature link</p><p class="ql-block">The human soul that through me ran;</p><p class="ql-block">And much it grieved my heart to think</p><p class="ql-block">What man has made of man.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,</p><p class="ql-block">The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;</p><p class="ql-block">And ’tis my faith that every flower</p><p class="ql-block">Enjoys the air it breathes.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The birds around me hopped and played,</p><p class="ql-block">Their thoughts I cannot measure: —</p><p class="ql-block">But the least motion which they made</p><p class="ql-block">It seemed a thrill of pleasure.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">The budding twigs spread out their fan,</p><p class="ql-block">To catch the breezy air;</p><p class="ql-block">And I must think, do all I can,</p><p class="ql-block">That there was pleasure there.</p><p class="ql-block"> </p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block">If this belief from heaven be sent,</p><p class="ql-block">If such be Nature’s holy plan,</p><p class="ql-block">Have I not reason to lament</p><p class="ql-block">What man has made of man?</p> <p class="ql-block">誦讀及圖片攝影：志長</p>