夏之逃逸

余光中（译）

The summer lapsed away—

Too imperceptible at last

To seem like Perfidy—

A Quietness distilled

As Twilight long begun,

Or Nature spending with herself

Sequestered Afternoon—

The Dusk drew earlier in—

The Morning foreign shone—

A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,

As Guest, that would be gone—

And thus, without a Wing

Or service of a Keel

Our Summer made her light escape

Into the Beautiful.

不知不觉地，有如忧伤，

夏日竟然就逝了，

如此地难以觉察，

简直不像是有意潜逃。

向晚的微光很早就开始，

沉淀出一片寂静，不然便是消瘦的四野，

将下午深深幽禁。

黄昏比往日来得更早，

清晨的光彩已陌生——

一种拘礼而恼人的风度，

像即欲离去的客人。

就像如此，也不用翅膀，

也不劳小舟相送。

我们的夏日轻逸地逃去，

没入了美的境中。