Song of a Second April 四月之歌 Edna St. Vincent Millay 爱德娜·圣文森特·米蕾 (1892─1950)美国女诗人April this year, not otherwise Than April of a year ago, Is full of whispers, full of sighs, Of dazzling mud and dingy snow; Hepaticas that pleased you so Are here again, and butterflies. There rings a hammering all day, And shingles lie about the doors; In orchards near and far away The grey wood-pecker taps and bores; The men are merry at their chores, And children earnest at their play. The larger streams run still and deep, Noisyand swift the small brooks run Among the nullein stalks the sheep Go up the hillside in the sun, Pensively, ─ only you are gone, You that alone I cared to keep. 四月之歌 一年一度又是四月, 去年今岁毫无两样, 低语阵阵, 叹息声声, 污泥伴着融雪闪闪发亮; 你钟情的苔藓又现绿意, 你喜爱的蝴蝶四处飘荡。 换新的屋顶木版堆在门前, 翻修的锤声成天敲响; 灰色啄木鸟击打钻孔, 远近的果园匆匆忙忙; 劳作的大人欢天喜地, 游戏的孩童认真模仿。 沉稳的大河水深流静, 湍急的小溪跳跃喧嚷, 穿过毛蕊花丛的羊群, 沐浴日照走上山冈; 物是人非,你在何处? 唯一的牵挂, 不尽的惆怅。