August Night

Sara Teasdale

On a midsummer night, on a night that was eerie with stars

In a wood too deep for a single star to look through,

You led down a path whose turnings you knew in the darkness,

But the scent of the dew-dripping cedars was all that I know.

I drank of the darkness, I was fed with the honey of fragrance,

I was glad of my life, the drawing of breath was sweet;

I heard your voice, you said, “Look down, see the glow-worm!”

It was there before me, a small star white at my feet.

We watched while it brightened as though it were breathed on and burning,

This tiny creature moving over earth’s floor –

“L’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle,’”

You said, and no more.



八月之夜

萨拉·蒂斯代尔

在一个因星星而显得古怪的仲夏夜，

在孤星独斗无法看透的密林里，

你领着我走一条熟悉的黢黑小径，

但我只辨出滴露水的柏树香气。

我啜饮着夜色，饱饮了蜜样的芬芳；

我为我生活而喜悦，连呼吸也甘甜；

我听见你的声音说，“看下面萤火虫！”

它在我前面，这小白星在我脚边。

我们看它亮起来，像扇得起了火——

看这小生命在地面上移来又移去；

你说，“‘是爱推动着太阳和星星。’”

——只说了这一句。