诗翻译｜细雨将至 There Will Come Soft Ra

There Will Come Soft Rains

    by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,

And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,

And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,

Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one

Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,

If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn

Would scarcely know that we were gone.

细雨将至

    萨拉.蒂丝黛尔

    译/行路人 2020.01.12

细雨将至，唤醒泥土的气息，

燕子，将于盘旋中呢哝私语；

青蛙会在池塘里整夜放歌，

野生的李花将素衣婆娑；

知更鸟的胸前会红羽如火，

在矮栏上啾啾地斗嘴玩乐。

没谁会知晓战争因何起，

没谁会关心何时有结局。

鸟儿与树，必定不会在意，

人类是否将毁灭彻底；

而春天，她若在清晨苏醒，

不会觉察我们已成为过去。