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December, 1919
1919年12月
by Claude McKay
克劳德•麦凯
Last night I heard your voice, mother,
The words you sang to me
When I, a little barefoot boy,
Knelt down against your knee.
昨夜听到您的声音,
您为我把歌儿哼唱,
那时我还是小男孩,
赤脚跪靠您膝盖上。
And tears gushed from my heart, mother,
And passed beyond its wall,
But though the fountain reached my throat
The drops refused to fall.
妈妈,泪在我心头,
奔涌着冲出那心房,
纵然泪泉涌到喉咙,
却不让泪水往下淌。
'Tis ten years since you died, mother,
Just ten dark years of pain,
And oh, I only wish that I
Could weep just once again.
妈妈,您去世十年了,
十年苦日子暗淡无光,
哦,妈妈,我只希望
能再痛痛快快哭一场。
译于2010年12月2日。 |