爱德华的雨
Rain By Edward Thomas Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me Remembering again that I shall die And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks For washing me cleaner than I have been Since I was born into solitude. Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: But here I pray that none whom once I loved Is dying tonight or lying still awake Solitary, listening to the rain, Either in pain or thus in sympathy Helpless among the living and the dead, Like a cold water among broken reeds, Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff, Like me who have no love which this wild rain Has not dissolved except the love of death, If love it be towards what is perfect and Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint. 那些曾经的雨 ——谈谈托马斯 · 爱德华的《雨》的翻译 * 我很喜欢托马斯 · 爱德华的诗。托马斯是一个非常值得一写的诗人，一直想写写他，但又总觉得无法动笔。现在开始写，还是感到不好写。有些人很好写，几笔就写完了。比如，我一直想写写沈从文和张爱玲，后来开始写，当我写下了《两个被严重高估的作家》之后，发现写完了，没有必要再多说什么。有些人则很难。而爱德华是目前为止最难写的一个。相对来...