试译Mending Wall（By By Robert Frost）

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汉译题目《补墙》

译/梓云

有物不招喜，此物称围墙。基土受冻胀，日晒塌两旁。

豁然裂大洞，双人任穿堂。不容石堆石，猎户拆清光。

赶兔出窝穴，逗狗吠汪汪。墙洞作嬉戏，跟随修补忙。

无人见墙裂，裂时不声张。春临维修季，墙体已千疮。

我约北山邻，沿墙察周详。重建隔离带，并行守己方。

垒石两边落，各自拾停当。有如方块状，有如圆球样。

念咒令平稳，俟吾转身扬。弄石劳筋骨，手指糙无光。

户外多游戏，修墙又一桩。玩家分边站，不由起思量：

此处墙何用，财产自有方。贵舎植松树，苹果在我旁。

苹果不踰步，松果未曾尝。邻居仅作答：篱笆睦街访。

逢春心意乱，劝彼细思量。何来篱笆睦？风马牛一场。

建墙先明愿，出入何设防？对谁相冒犯？上天不喜墙。

心魔欲墙倒，言魔焉不详。自语寻所以，双手攥石纲。

一手执一石，斗士处蛮荒。如坠黑暗境，树影生彷徨。

未解父语意，信父播良方。重温金玉句，篱笆睦街访。

附原作：

Mending Wall（补墙）

By Robert Frost

诗作：罗伯特 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."