The First Day
(Christina Georgina Rossetti, 1830-1894)
第一天
I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me;
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or winter for aught I can say.
但願我能記住那第一天
那一刻 和你初相見的一瞬間
那個季節 是晴朗還是陰暗
我甚至說不出是夏季還是冬天
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
沒有刻意記住就這樣地遺忘
我既沒有留心也沒有多想
怎麼曉得自己心花的蓓蕾
再綻放又要等待好幾個春天
If only I could recollect it! Such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow.
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much!
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand! - Did one but know!
但願我能回想得起來！那個
一生中的一天！就這樣過去了
如殘雪消融得無蹤無影
似乎些微的小事 竟然這麼重要！
但願我能把那份感覺找回來
那初次牽手的感覺 - 當時我怎麼知道！
轉載自Pchome名家專欄之尤克強
