诗：旅程

The Journey

旅程

One day you finally knew

有一天你终于知道

what you had to do, and began,

你必须要做的是什么，并且开始，

though the voices around you

尽管在你周围的声音

kept shouting

仍在不断叫嚣着

their bad advice—

他们那糟糕的建议——

though the whole house

尽管整个屋子

began to tremble

都开始颤栗

and you felt the old tug

而你感受到那古老的拖拽

at your ankles.

在你的脚踝。

“Mend my life!”

“修补我的生活！”

each voice cried.

每个声音都如此哭喊着。

But you didn’t stop.

然而你没有停留。
You knew what you had to do,

你知道你必须要做些什么，
though the wind pried

哪怕寒风
with its stiff fingers

用它僵硬的手指
at the very foundations,

戳着你的根基，
though their melancholy

哪怕它们的忧愁
was terrible.

是如此可怕。
It was already late

已经够晚了，
enough, and a wild night,

狂野的夜，
and the road full of fallen

路上落满了
branches and stones.

断枝与砾石。
But little by little,

但一点一点地，
as you left their voices behind,

当你将他们的声音留在身后，
the stars began to burn

星光开始
through the sheets of clouds,

透过云层燃烧
and there was a new voice

有了一个新的声音，
which you slowly

你慢慢
recognized as your own,

意识到那是你自己的声音，
that kept you company

陪伴着你
as you strode deeper and deeper

在你越来越深地
into the world,

大步迈进这个世界的同时，
determined to do

决意要做
the only thing you could do—

你所能做的唯一一件事——
determined to save

决意去拯救
the only life you could save.

你所能拯救的唯一的生命。

作者：Mary Oliver

译者：钟谷兰

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