预约成功
深夜
徐志摩
深夜里，
街角上。
梦一般的灯芒。
烟雾迷裹着树，
怪得人走错了路。
“你害苦了我--冤家!”
她哭，他――不答话。
晓风轻飘着树尖：
掉了，早秋的红艳。
伦敦旅次九月
Midnight
Hsu Chih-Mo
At midnight, in a corner down the street
The shafts of lamp-light were as dim as dreams.
The trees were drowned in mist.
No wonder people lost their way.
“You’ve wronged me, cruel enemy!”
She wept: ―came no reply.
The dawn wind shook the tree-tops:
The fine flushed leaves of autumn fluttered down.
(陈世骧、Harold Acton 译)
