There Will Come Soft Rain

? ? by Sara Teasdale

There will come soft rain and the smell of the ground,

And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,

And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,

Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one

Will care at last when it is done.

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,

If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn

Would scarcely know that we were gone.

? ? 細雨將至

? ? 薩拉.蒂絲黛爾

? ? 譯/行路人 2020.01.12

細雨將至，帶來泥土的芬芳，

燕子嘰嘰喳喳盤旋飛翔，

青蛙在池塘里整夜歌唱，

野李樹抖動素衣白裳；

知更鳥的胸羽閃爍如火焰，

在矮欄上啾啾地斗嘴嘻玩。

沒誰知曉戰(zhàn)爭因何起，

沒誰關(guān)心何時才有結(jié)局。

假如人類徹底地毀滅，

鳥兒與樹，不會去嘆嗟；

而春天，她若在清晨醒來，

不會覺察我們已是舊日塵埃。