Alone

From childhood's 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 lov'd, I lov'd alone
Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From ev'ry 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 roll'd
In it's autumn tint of gold -
From the lighting in the sky
As it pass'd 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 独
爱伦·坡[美]
童年时起，我便异于
别的孩子——他们的视域
与我不同——我难以随同
众人为些许小事激动——
我的忧伤也和他们
并非一类——同一种高论
无法使我热血沸腾——
我的爱——别人想爱也是不能。
当时——我还幼稚——在重重
磨难的一生的开端——我便从
善与恶的每一层摄取
一种秘密，至今风雨
半生，我仍然为它控制——
我从激流、山泉与岩石——
从绕我旋转的太阳
以及秋日灿烂得金光——
我摄取，从那天上的闪电
当它飞快掠过我的身边——
从雷霆、黑压压的暴风雨——
还从乌云（远处天宇
仍然一片蔚蓝），当它
在我眼里成为恶煞。