From childhood's hour I have not been

 As others were - I have not seen

 As others saw - I could not bring

 My passions from a common spring

 From the same source I have not taken

 My sorrow; I could not awaken

 My heart to joy at the same tone;

 And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone

 Then - in my childhood - in the dawn

 Of a most stormy life - was drawn

 From ev'ry depth of good and ill

 The mystery which binds me still:

 From the torrent, or the fountain,

 From the red cliff of the mountain

 From the sun that 'round me roll'd

 In it's autumn tint of gold -

 From the lighting in the sky

 As it pass'd me flying by -

 From the thunder and the storm,

 And the cloud that look the form

 (When the rest of Heaven was blue)

 Of a demon in my view.



孤 独 

爱伦·坡[美] 



童年时起，我便异于 

别的孩子——他们的视域

与我不同——我难以随同 

众人为些许小事激动—— 

我的忧伤也和他们 

并非一类——同一种高论 

无法使我热血沸腾—— 

我的爱——别人想爱也是不能。 

当时——我还幼稚——在重重 

磨难的一生的开端——我便从 

善与恶的每一层摄取 

一种秘密，至今风雨 

半生，我仍然为它控制—— 

我从激流、山泉与岩石—— 

从绕我旋转的太阳 

以及秋日灿烂得金光—— 

我摄取，从那天上的闪电 

当它飞快掠过我的身边—— 

从雷霆、黑压压的暴风雨—— 

还从乌云（远处天宇 

仍然一片蔚蓝），当它 

在我眼里成为恶煞。