介绍:
Now watch this autumn that arrives
看这个秋天在气味中
In smells. All looks like summer still;
到来。一切还像是夏天；
Colours are quite unchanged, the air
颜色完全没改变，空气
On green and white serenely thrives.
在绿色和白色上清澈地生长。
Heavy the trees with growth and full
树荫变得沉甸，田野
The fields. Flowers flourish everywhere.
丰满。花儿处处开放。
Proust who collected time within
普鲁斯特曾将时间采集在
A child' s cake would understand
孩子的蛋糕里，他会理解
The ambiguity of this——
这一种暧昧——
Summer still raging while a thin
夏天仍气势汹汹，而一缕细烟
Column of smoke stirs from the land
正从大地上升起，
Proving that autumn gropes for us.
证明秋天正向我们摸寻。
But every season is a kind
但每个季节都是一种
Of rich nostalgia. We give names——
浓郁的怀旧。我们给它们命名——
Autumn and summer, winter, spring——
秋天和夏天，冬天，春天——
As though to unfasten from the mind
仿佛为了从精神上松开
Our moods and give them outward forms.
我们的情绪，并赋予它们外在的形式。
We want the certain, solid thing.
我们想要确定、牢固的东西。
But I am carried back against
但我被带回童年，这并非
My will to a childhood where
我愿，在那里
Autumn is bonfires, marbles, smoke;
秋天是篝火，弹子球，烟雾；
I lean against my window fenced
我靠在我的窗边，
From evocations in the air.
被空气中的回忆围困。
When I said autumn, autumn broke.
当我说着秋天，秋天碎了
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