【夜读抄】 第八十一夜·菲利普·拉金《树》

       树
树正在长叶子
彷彿在告诉我们什么；
新芽松弛，伸展，
它们的绿是一种悲哀。
 
是不是它们新生
而我们老去？不，它们也会死。
它们年年变新的诡计
写在一环环的谷粒中。
然而这些不安的城堡仍然在每年
五月饱满厚实地打谷。
去年已死，它们似乎在说，
重新，重新，重新开始吧。
                
                
陈黎 张芬龄 译
The Trees
by Philip Larkin
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too,
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.
Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.