在我们看不见的地方，有着触不到的情

【不是死，是爱
   Not Death, but love】
我想起，当年希腊的诗人曾经歌咏：
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
年复一年，那良辰在殷切的盼望中
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
翩然降临，各自带一份礼物
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
分送给世人－－年老或是年少。
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
当我这么想，感叹着诗人的古调，
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
穿过我泪眼所逐渐展开的幻觉，
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
我看见，那欢乐的岁月、哀伤的岁月－－
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
我自己的年华，把一片片黑影接连着
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
掠过我的身。紧接着，我就觉察
A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,
（我哭了）我背后正有个神秘的黑影
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
在移动，而且一把揪住了我的发，
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;
往后拉，还有一声吆喝（我只是在挣扎）：
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, --
“这回是谁逮住了你？猜！”“死，”我答话。
`Guess now who holds thee?' -- `Death.' I said. But, there
听哪，那银铃似的回音：“不是死，是爱！”
The silver answer rang, -- `Not Death, but love.'


【我的，卑微
   My,base and low】
你那样慷慨豪爽的施主呀，你把
What can I give thee back, O liberal
你心坎里金碧辉煌的宝藏、
And Princely giver, who hast brought the gold
原封地掏出来，只往我墙外推，
And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,
任凭象我这样的人去拣起，还是
And laid them on the outside of the wall
把这罕见的舍施丢下；教我拿什么
For such as I to take or leave withal,
来作为你应得的报答？请不要
In unexpected largesse? am I cold,
说我太冷漠、太寡恩，你那许多
Ungrateful, that for these most manifold
重重叠叠的深情厚意，我却
High gifts, I render nothing back at all?
没有一些儿回敬；不，并不是
Not so; not cold, -- but very poor instead.
冷漠无情，实在我太寒伧。你问
Ask God who knows. For frequent tears have run
上帝就明白。那连绵的泪雨冲尽了
The colours from my life, and left so dead
我生命的光彩，只剩一片死沉沉的
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
苍白，不配给你当偎依的枕头。
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
走吧！尽把它踏在脚下，作垫石。
Go further! let it serve to trample on.


【给你我的，不要你的
   For you I, do not want you】
我能不能有什么、就拿什么给你？
Can it be right to give what I can give?
该不该让你紧挨著我，承受
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
我簌簌的苦泪；听著那伤逝的青春，
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
在我的唇边重复著叹息，偶而
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
浮起一丝微笑，哪怕你连劝带哄，
Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live
也随即在叹息里寂灭？啊，我但怕
For all thy adjurations? O my fears,
这并不应该！我俩是不相称的
That this can scarce be right! We are not peers
一对，哪能匹配作情侣？我承认，
So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,
我也伤心，象我这样的施主
That givers of such gifts as mine are, must
只算得鄙吝。唉，可是我怎能够让
Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas!
我满身的尘土玷污了你的紫袍，
I will not soil thy purple with my dust,
叫我的毒气喷向你那威尼斯晶杯！
Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,
我什么爱也不给，因为什么都不该给。
Nor give thee any love -- which were unjust.
爱呀，让我只爱著你，就算数了吧！
Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.


【两个人，两个方向
   Two people, two directions】
请不要这样指责我：我在你面前
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
露出一副太冷静、忧郁的面容；
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
你我原是面朝着两个不同的方向，
For we too look two ways, and can not shine
那普照的阳光照不到两人的前额。
With the same sunlight on our brow and hair.
你看着我，心中没半点儿不实，
On me thou lookest with no doubting care,
象看着一只笼罩在水晶里的蜜蜂；
As on a bee shut in a crystalline, --
哀怨把我密封在圣洁的爱情中，
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
想张开双翼，扑向外面的空间、
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
是绝不可能的失败－－哪怕我狠着心
Were most impossible failure, if I strove
追求这颠扑和失败。可是我向你看，
To fail so. But I look on thee -- on thee --
我看见了爱，还看到了爱的结局，
Beholding, besides love, the end of love,
听到了记忆外层的哪一片寂寥！
Hearing oblivion beyond memory!
就象从千层万丈之上，你向下眺望，
As one who sits and gazes from above,
只见滚滚的浪涛尽向大海里流。
Over the rivers of the bitter sea.


【我的，爱
   My ,love】
说真的，就是这为我所夸耀的爱吧，
Indeed this very love which is my boast,
当它从胸房涌上眉梢，给我加上
And which, when rising up from breast to brow,
一顶皇冠－－那一颗巨大的红宝石，
Doth crown me with a ruby large enow             
光彩夺目，让人知道它价值连城。。。。。。
To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost, ...
就算我这全部的、最高成就的爱吧，
This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost,
我也不懂得怎样去爱，要不是你
I should not love withal, unless that thou   
先立下示范，教给我该怎么办－－
Hadst set me an example, shown me how,
当你恳切的目光第一次对上了
When first time thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed
我的目光，而爱呼应了爱。很明白，      
And love called love. And thus, I cannot speak
即使爱，我也不能夸说是我的美德。
Of love even, as a good thing of my own.
是你，把我从一片昏迷的软乏中
Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak
抱起，高置上黄金的宝座，靠近在
And placed by thee on a golden throne, --
你的身旁。而我懂得了爱，只因为
And that I love (O soul, we must meek!)
紧挨着你－－我唯一爱慕的人
Is by thee only, whom I love alone.


   不是爱，是死。啧啧。

这么好的诗歌~~~~~~~~

恩。很美。

知道网球王子不？我看网球王子的BG文的，上面有这个的~！~~当是就看激动了！！！大爱手冢！！！！！

网王是我大爱的动漫啊啊啊啊啊~~~简直就是要迷死了。
啊对了有才姐我企鹅号：942881513

啊啊~~~~~我也大爱啊！！！！！你最爱哪个王子？

我都爱啊。。。
我爱迹部爱龙马爱不二爱手冢爱幸村爱忍足爱切原……
有才姐手心手背都是肉我都爱的。