A Blackbird Singing

It seems wrong that out of this bird ,

Black , bold , a suggestion of dark

Places about it , there yet should come

Such rich music , as though the notes'

Ore were changed to a rare metal

At one touch of that bright bill.

You have heard it often , alone at your desk

In a green April , your mind drawn

Away from its work by sweet disturbance

Of the mild evening outside your room.

A slow singer , but loading each phrase

With history's overtones , love , joy

And grief learned by his dark tribe

In other orchards and passed on

Instinctively as they are now ,

But fresh always with new tears.

Submitted by Andrew Mayers

R . C . Thomas

黑鳥在歌唱

不對吧，這粗魯?shù)?/p>

暗示其世界黑暗的黑鳥，

竟能唱出如此豐滿的樂音，

仿佛它明亮的長喙

可以點石成金。

是的，在綠色的四月，

夜色溫柔，你獨伏書案，

常常，窗外驀然就飄來它的歌聲，

宛如甜蜜的驚擾，

輕叩你的心弦。

它唱啊，悠悠地，

每個吐詞都飽含著愛、喜悅和傷悲，

還有歷史的深意；

是在別的果園，在它那世界黑暗的家族，

這些深情和深意，被熟習和傳遞，

就如現(xiàn)在

永遠帶著催淚的新鮮氣息。

黑夜中的飛翔 譯

詩意簡釋

盡管身處黑暗，黑鳥仍然愛、喜悅和傷悲。以此，它的歌聲豐滿，動人，乃至催人淚下，猶如穿過黑暗的亮光，給我們以慰藉。