弗罗斯特的《雪夜林中小驻》。一天清晨，在熬夜工作一整个晚上之后，弗罗斯特灵感突发，几分钟就写成了这首诗。

 

 

诗词不可译，如同"落霞与孤鹜齐飞，秋水共长天一色"不可从英译本中读到全部的意境一样。这首诗是我多年前最早学《走遍美国》时听到的，当时就感受到它的美，现在把它找回来，按自己的情感进行朗读处理，其中借鉴了《走遍美国》中朗读的一些读法，如对单词"between, before, queer, here"等采取了中庸美音读法，没有像一般口语中的那种美式味道把"R"和"schwa"读得很足，而是稍微偏英音，估计这是美国人对古典文学的处理方式，喜好偏传统和保守吧。

 

 

Stopping by Woods on  a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

 

 

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village, though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

the darkest evening of the year.

 

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

 

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.