今天是艾米莉的纪念日！
又想起第一次读《呼啸山庄》时的深深震颤，原来文字也能化身自然的狂风，伴随生与死、爱与恨、痛苦与寂静的辽阔之思飞奔着，那一道道自由的发自灵魂最深处的呐喊将会永远回荡在我们心头，回荡在无边无际的荒野上。
世上唯独我，活着命运
无人过问，死后也无人哀悼;
自从出世，没人为我生
一缕忧愁，露一丝微笑。
在私密的愉悦和苦泪里,
多变的人生悄悄逝去,
十八岁竟如出生之时，
无一挚友而孤独忧郁。
曾有过难以隐瞒的时辰，
曾有过消沉阴郁的一刻，
悲哀的灵魂忘却了自尊,
渴望着有人能来爱我。
但那仅是一时冲动
早为忧虑压抑取代；
它们很久前便消失无踪，
我都怀疑它们曾存在。
青春的梦想首先幻灭，
想象的彩虹随之消亡；
经验也向我谆谆告诫
“真”在人们心里从未生长。
多么沉痛啊，想到世人
尽皆虚假伪善而奴态；
更痛惜只信任自己的心，
却发现那儿同样腐败。
I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born
In secret pleasure —— secret tears,
This changeful life has slipped away
As friendless after eighteen years
As lone as on my natal day
There have been times I cannot hide
There have been times when this was drear
When my sad soul forgot its pride
And longed for one to love me here
But those were in the early glow
Of feelings that subdued by care
And they have died so long ago
I hardly now believe they were
First melted off the hope of youth
Then fancy's rainbow fast withdrew
And then experience told me truth
In mortal bosoms never grew
'Twas grief enough to think mankind
All hollow servile insincere ——
But worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same corruption there
艾米莉•勃朗特《I am the only being whose doom》
又想起第一次读《呼啸山庄》时的深深震颤，原来文字也能化身自然的狂风，伴随生与死、爱与恨、痛苦与寂静的辽阔之思飞奔着，那一道道自由的发自灵魂最深处的呐喊将会永远回荡在我们心头，回荡在无边无际的荒野上。
世上唯独我，活着命运
无人过问，死后也无人哀悼;
自从出世，没人为我生
一缕忧愁，露一丝微笑。
在私密的愉悦和苦泪里,
多变的人生悄悄逝去,
十八岁竟如出生之时，
无一挚友而孤独忧郁。
曾有过难以隐瞒的时辰，
曾有过消沉阴郁的一刻，
悲哀的灵魂忘却了自尊,
渴望着有人能来爱我。
但那仅是一时冲动
早为忧虑压抑取代；
它们很久前便消失无踪，
我都怀疑它们曾存在。
青春的梦想首先幻灭，
想象的彩虹随之消亡；
经验也向我谆谆告诫
“真”在人们心里从未生长。
多么沉痛啊，想到世人
尽皆虚假伪善而奴态；
更痛惜只信任自己的心，
却发现那儿同样腐败。
I am the only being whose doom
No tongue would ask no eye would mourn
I never caused a thought of gloom
A smile of joy since I was born
In secret pleasure —— secret tears,
This changeful life has slipped away
As friendless after eighteen years
As lone as on my natal day
There have been times I cannot hide
There have been times when this was drear
When my sad soul forgot its pride
And longed for one to love me here
But those were in the early glow
Of feelings that subdued by care
And they have died so long ago
I hardly now believe they were
First melted off the hope of youth
Then fancy's rainbow fast withdrew
And then experience told me truth
In mortal bosoms never grew
'Twas grief enough to think mankind
All hollow servile insincere ——
But worse to trust to my own mind
And find the same corruption there
艾米莉•勃朗特《I am the only being whose doom》
