冬天的布鲁塞尔 （翻译）

冬天的布鲁塞尔

在琴弦一样的街道上漫游

喷泉的水池边结满冷霜

古老的曲调只剩下低吟

一件事物走向它的尾声

年迈、饥饿、无助的人

从空洞的房间走向街头

在寒冷中寻求他们的苦难

和这剧院般森严的冬天

月光映在冰冷的屋檐上

隔窗里如乡间灯火依稀

古老的言语中饱藏智慧

一生忐忑的人注定会面含沧桑

如果能在这寒夜里获得一丝温暖

付出所有又有何妨

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Brussels in Winter

By  W.H. Auden

Wandering through cold streets tangled likeold string,

Coming on fountains rigid in the frost,

Its formula escapes you; it has lost

The certainty that constitutes a thing.

Only the old, the hungry and the humbled

Keep at this temperature a sense of place,

And in their misery are all assembled;

The winter holds them like an Opera-House.

Ridges of rich apartments loom to-night

Where isolated windows glow like farms,

A phrase goes packed with meaning like avan,

A look contains the history of man,

And fifty francs will earn a stranger right

To take the shuddering city in his arms1938.12