算了

One Art -- Elizabeth Bishop




The art of losing isn't hard to master;

so many things seem filled with the intent

to be lost that their loss is no disaster.


失去的藝術並不難駕馭

有太多事都有失去的意義

它們的失去並非甚麼大不了的慘劇。



Lose something every day.

Accept the fluster of lost door keys,

the hour badly spent.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.


每天都在失去某些東西，

習慣於失去鑰匙的狼狽，好幾小時因而被丟棄

失去的藝術並不難駕馭。



Then practice losing farther, losing faster:

places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel.

None of these will bring disaster.


而後讓我們練習更多更快的失去

許多地方，名字，以及旅行所經之地

沒有甚麼會帶來慘劇。



I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or

next-to-last, of three loved houses went.

The art of losing isn't hard to master.


我失去母親的手錶，啊那可是最後一只

或最後第二，以及三個可愛住處的記憶

失去的藝術並不難駕馭。



I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,

some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.

I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

我失去三個可愛的城市，還大量失去

許多曾擁有的，兩條河流，一個大地

我思戀這些，但它並非甚麼可怕的結局。



---Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love)

I shan't have lied.

It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master

though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.


縱使失去了你（那些說笑的話語以及我喜歡的手勢），

我不應自欺

它證明失去的藝術實在不難駕馭

儘管它的確像是個慘劇。