stopping by woods on a snowy evening (1923)

－－robert frost

whose woods these are i think i know.

his house is in the village though;

he will not see me stopping here

to watch his woods fill up with snow.

my little horse must think it queer

to stop without a farmhouse near

between the woods and frozen lake

the darkest evening of the year.

he gives his harness bells a shake

to ask if there is some mistake.

the only other sound’s the sweep

of easy wind and downy flake.

the woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

but i have promises to keep,

and miles to go before i sleep,

and miles to go before i sleep.

雪夜林畔小驻

－－余光中译

想来我认识这座森林，

林主的庄宅就在邻村,

却不会见我在此驻马，

看他林中积雪的美景。

我的小马一定颇惊讶：

四望不见有什么农家，

偏是一年最暗的黄昏，

寒林和冰湖之间停下。

它摇一摇身上的串铃，

问我这地方该不该停。

此外只有轻风拂雪片，

再也听不见其他声音。

森林又暗又深真可羡，

但我还要守一些诺言，

还要赶多少路才安眠，

还要赶多少路才安眠。