試譯Mending Wall（By By Robert Frost）

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有物不招喜，此物稱圍牆。基土受凍脹，日曬塌兩旁。

豁然裂大洞，雙人任穿堂。不容石堆石，獵戶拆清光。

趕兔出窩穴，逗狗吠汪汪。牆洞作嬉戲，跟隨修補忙。

無人見牆裂，裂時不聲張。春臨維修季，牆體已千瘡。

我約北山鄰，沿牆察周詳。重建隔離帶，並行守己方。

壘石兩邊落，各自拾停當。有如方塊狀，有如圓球樣。

念咒令平穩，俟吾轉身揚。弄石勞筋骨，手指糙無光。

戶外多遊戲，修牆又一樁。玩家分邊站，不由起思量：

此處牆何用，財產自有方。貴舎植松樹，蘋果在我旁。

蘋果不踰步，松果未曾嘗。鄰居僅作答：籬笆睦街訪。

逢春心意亂，勸彼細思量。何來籬笆睦？風馬牛一場。

建牆先明願，出入何設防？對誰相冒犯？上天不喜牆。

心魔欲牆倒，言魔焉不詳。自語尋所以，雙手攥石綱。

一手執一石，鬥士處蠻荒。如墜黑暗境，樹影生彷徨。

未解父語意，信父播良方。重溫金玉句，籬笆睦街訪。

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Mending Wall（補牆）

By Robert Frost

詩作：羅伯特 弗洛斯特 (1874–1963)

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,

And spills the upper boulders in the sun;

And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.

The work of hunters is another thing:

I have come after them and made repair

Where they have left not one stone on a stone,

But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,

To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,

No one has seen them made or heard them made,

But at spring mending-time we find them there.

I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;

And on a day we meet to walk the line

And set the wall between us once again.

We keep the wall between us as we go.

To each the boulders that have fallen to each.

And some are loaves and some so nearly balls

We have to use a spell to make them balance:

"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"

We wear our fingers rough with handling them.

Oh, just another kind of out-door game,

One on a side. It comes to little more:

There where it is we do not need the wall:

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

My apple trees will never get across

And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.

He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."

Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder

If I could put a notion in his head:

"Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it

Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.

Before I built a wall I'd ask to know

What I was walling in or walling out,

And to whom I was like to give offence.

Something there is that doesn't love a wall,

That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,

But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather

He said it for himself. I see him there

Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top

In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.

He moves in darkness as it seems to me,

Not of woods only and the shade of trees.

He will not go behind his father's saying,

And he likes having thought of it so well

He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."