又是寒霜在人间作画, 又是过往岁月的忧伤~There&`&ll Be No One in the House

There&`&ll Be No One in the House 屋子里不会再来人了 作者：帕斯捷尔纳克 There&`&ll be no one in the house Save for twilight.All alone, Winter&`&s day seen in the space that&`&s Made by curtains left undrawn. Only flash-past of the wet white Snowflake clusters,glimpsed and gone. Only roofs and snow,and save for Roofs and snow-no one at home. Once more,frost will trace its patterns, I&`&ll be haunted once again By my last year&`&s melancholy, By that other wintertime. Once more,I&`&ll be troubled by an Old unexpiated shame, And the icy firewood famine Will press on the window-pane. But the quiver of intrusion Through those curtains folds will run. Measuring silence with your footsteps, Like the future,in you&`&ll come. You&`&ll appear there in the doorway Wearing something white and plain, Something in the very stuff from Which the snowflakes too are sewn. 屋子里不会再来人了 除了暮色沉沉，一切都是孤独的， 没有拉开的窗帘 把冬日也幽禁在房间里。 只有湿冷的白雪一闪而过 雪花成簇, 隐现,消逝。 只有屋顶和白雪 除此之外一一家中空无一人。 又是寒霜在人间作画, 又是过往岁月的忧伤 和那另一个冬季的景象, 让我的心绪久久不宁。 往日那无可原谅的罪过 将再一次来把我折磨, 结冰木柴的饥渴 重压着十字形的窗棂。 可是, 寒战会突然 穿过厚重的窗帘闯进来。 你用脚步测度着寂静, 仿佛下一秒, 你就会到来。 就那样在门口出现 身着素雅的白衫, 那衣料仿佛是用 漫天的雪花织就而成。