《秋頌》為濟(jì)慈所作的一首詩(shī)歌。《秋頌》把秋的各種獨(dú)立的經(jīng)典意像完美融合在了一起，使得這些原本美好的事物的生命力更加飽滿，寫作手法運(yùn)用的相當(dāng)豐富和嫻熟，是描寫秋天的文學(xué)作品的極品之作。
TO AUTUMN 秋頌
by John Keats
(查良錚譯)
SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.
霧氣洋溢、果實(shí)圓熟的秋，
你和成熟的太陽(yáng)成為友伴;
你們密謀用累累的珠球，
綴滿茅屋檐下的葡萄藤蔓;
使屋前的老樹背負(fù)著蘋果，
讓熟味透進(jìn)果實(shí)的心中，
使葫蘆脹大，鼓起了榛子殼，
好塞進(jìn)甜核;又為了蜜蜂
一次一次開(kāi)放過(guò)遲的花朵，
使它們以為日子將永遠(yuǎn)暖和，
因?yàn)橄募驹缣顫M它們的粘巢。
Who hasth not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep.
Drowsed with the fumes of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
誰(shuí)不經(jīng)常看見(jiàn)你伴著谷倉(cāng)?
在田野里也可以把你找到，
彌有時(shí)隨意坐在打麥場(chǎng)上，
讓發(fā)絲隨著簸谷的風(fēng)輕飄;
有時(shí)候，為罌粟花香所沉迷，
你倒臥在收割一半的田壟，
讓鐮刀歇在下一畦的花旁;
或者.像拾穗人越過(guò)小溪，
你昂首背著谷袋，投下倒影，
或者就在榨果架下坐幾點(diǎn)鐘，
你耐心地瞧著徐徐滴下的酒漿。
Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river shallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
啊.春日的歌哪里去了?但不要
想這些吧，你也有你的音樂(lè)——
當(dāng)波狀的云把將逝的一天映照，
以胭紅抹上殘梗散碎的田野，
這時(shí)啊，河柳下的一群小飛蟲
就同奏哀音，它們忽而飛高，
忽而下落，隨著微風(fēng)的起滅;
籬下的蟋蟀在歌唱，在園中
紅胸的知更鳥就群起呼哨;
而群羊在山圈里高聲默默咩叫;
叢飛的燕子在天空呢喃不歇。
