伍尔夫的诗

The First Day

by Christina Rossetti

I wish I could remember the first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me.
If bright or dim the season, it might be
summer or winter for aught I can say.
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom yet for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little,meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand-Did one but know!

不知道你说的是那首 伍尔夫的诗不太感冒~
看看Christina Rossetti的这首吧,最后一句.

这首的译文：

愿我能铭记你我邂逅的
第一日，第一时，第一刻，
它或是黯淡如冬，我只能如此说。
只因为我疏忽大意，它悄然流逝不留痕迹，
只因为我茫然无知，不曾留意亦未能预知，
只因为我不以为然，未曾看到小树
过去了一个又一个五月，花儿都没有绽放。
多希望我能记住它，
那时光中的一日！我却放任它
如融雪般全然消逝；
它现在看似无足轻重，其实当时意味深长；
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