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!
第一日
——克里斯蒂娜·羅塞蒂
愿我能銘記你我邂逅的
第一日，第一時(shí)，第一刻，
它或是燦爛如夏
或是黯淡如冬，我只能如此說(shuō)。
只因我疏忽大意，它悄然流逝不留痕跡，
只因我茫然無(wú)知，不曾留意亦未能預(yù)知，
只因我不以為然，未曾看到小樹(shù)
過(guò)去了一個(gè)又一個(gè)五月，花兒都沒(méi)有綻放。
多希望我能記住它，
那時(shí)光中的一日！我卻放任它
如融雪般全然消逝；
它現(xiàn)在看似無(wú)足輕重，其實(shí)當(dāng)時(shí)意味深長(zhǎng)；
多希望我能重溫那感覺(jué)，
第一次牽手的感覺(jué)—可我那時(shí)不懂??！