莎士比亚笔下的爱与情感：十四行诗的艺术之美

莎士比亚的十四行诗：

Shakespeare Sonnet 12

When I do count the clock that tells the time

And see the brave day sunk in hideous night

When I behold the violet past prime

And sable curls all silver"d o"er with white:

When lofty trees I see barren of leaves

Which erst from heat did canopy the herd

And summer"s green， all girded up in sheaves

Born on the bier with white and bristly beard

Then of thy beauty do I question make

That thou among the wastes of time must go

Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake

And die as fast as they see others grow

And nothing "gainst Time"s scythe can make defence

Save breed， to brave him when he takes thee hence.

译文：辜正坤译

当我数着壁上报时的自鸣钟

见明媚的白昼坠入狰狞的夜

当我凝望着紫罗兰老了春容

青丝的卷发遍洒着皑皑白雪

当我看见参天的树枝叶尽脱

它不久前曾荫蔽喘息的牛羊

夏天的青翠一束一束地就缚

带着坚挺的白须被舁上殓床

于是我不禁为你的朱颜焦虑：

终有天你要加入时光的废堆

既然美和芳菲都把自己抛弃

眼看着别人生长自己却枯萎

没什么抵挡得住时光的毒手

除了生育，当他来要把你拘走。