alone

From childhoods hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lovd, I lovd alone
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From evry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain
From the sun that round me rolld
In its autumn tint of gold -
From the lighting in the sky
As it passd me flying by -
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that look the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
孤獨
愛倫·坡[美]
童年時起，我便異於
別的孩子——他們的視域
與我不同——我難以隨同
眾人為些許小事激動——
我的憂傷也和他們
並非一類——同一種高論
無法使我熱血沸騰——
我的愛——別人想愛也是不能。
當時——我還幼稚——在重重
磨難的一生的開端——我便從
善與惡的每一層攝取
一種秘密，至今風雨
半生，我仍然為它控制——
我從激流、山泉與岩石——
從繞我旋轉的太陽
以及秋日燦爛得金光——
我攝取，從那天上的閃電
當它飛快掠過我的身邊——
從雷霆、黑壓壓的暴風雨——
還從烏雲（遠處天宇
仍然一片蔚藍），當它
在我眼裡成為惡煞。