I love roads:
\nThe goddesses that dwell
\nFar along invisible
\nAre my favorite gods.
Roads go on
\nWhile we forget, and are
\nForgotten like a star
\nThat shoots and is gone.
On this earth 'tis sure
\nWe men have not made
\nAnything that doth fade
\nSo soon, so long endure:
The hill road wet with rain
\nIn the sun would not gleam
\nLike a winding stream
\nIf we trod it not again.
They are lonely
\nWhile we sleep, lonelier
\nFor lack of the traveller
\nWho is now a dream only.
\n
\nFrom dawn's twilight
\nAnd all the clouds like sheep
\nOn the mountains of sleep
\nThey wind into the night.
The next turn may reveal
\nHeaven: upon the crest
\nThe close pine clump, at rest
\nAnd black, may Hell conceal.
Often footsore, never
\nYet of the road I weary,
\nThough long and steep and dreary,
\nAs it winds on for ever.
Helen of the roads,
\nThe mountain ways of Wales
\nAnd the Mabinogion tales,
\nIs one of the true gods,
Abiding in the trees,
\nThe threes and fours so wise,
\nThe larger companies,
\nThat by the roadside be,
And beneath the rafter
\nElse uninhabited
\nExcepting by the dead;
\nAnd it is her laughter
At morn and night I hear
\nWhen the thrush cock sings
\nBright irrelevant things,
\nAnd when the chanticleer
Calls back to their own night
\nTroops that make loneliness
\nWith their light footsteps’ press,
\nAs Helen’s own are light.
Now all roads lead to France
\nAnd heavy is the tread
\nOf the living; but the dead
\nReturning lightly dance:
Whatever the road bring
\nTo me or take from me,
\nThey keep me company
\nWith their pattering,
Crowding the solitude
\nOf the loops over the downs,
\nHushing the roar of towns
\nand their brief multitude.
我爱道路：
\n在不可见远方
\n居住的女神们
\n是我最喜爱的神。
路前行
\n而我们忘记，也被
\n忘记如一颗星
\n闪过并不见。
地上的人们
\n确实从未造出
\n任何事消去
\n更快，延续更久：
雨水打湿的山路
\n不会在阳光下闪耀
\n如蜿蜒的溪流
\n若我们不再踏上它。
它们是孤单的
\n当我们睡着，孤单更深
\n因没有旅行者——
\n他此时仅是一个梦。
从黎明的暮色，
\n与睡眠的群山上
\n所有羊群般云朵中
\n它们蜿蜒进入夜晚。
下一个弯或许展现
\n天堂：在坡顶
\n松从紧密，静止
\n而昏暗，或将地狱隐藏。
我常双足酸痛，却从未
\n厌倦道路，
\n尽管漫长、陡峭、荒凉，
\n它们永远盘旋向前。
威尔士的山路
\n与马比诺吉昂故事集中
\n造路的海伦，
\n是真正的神灵之一，
停留在树木中，
\n三三两两的智者，
\n更大的群体
\n则在道路两旁
与椽木下：
\n除死者之外
\n无人居住；
\n正是她的笑声
我在晨与夜听见
\n当槲鸫歌唱
\n明亮的无关的事，
\n当雄鸡
将士兵们唤回各自的夜：
\n他们形成孤独
\n以轻盈脚步的触碰，
\n如海伦一样轻盈。
如今每条路都通向法国
\n沉重是生者
\n的步伐，而死者
\n归来时轻快舞蹈：
无论道路带给我
\n或拿走什么，
\n他们陪伴我
\n喋喋不休，
挤满了孤独——
\n属于丘陵上的环路，
\n平息城镇的喧嚣
\n与它们短暂的人群。