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。