——罗伯特·弗罗斯特（余光中 译）

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though；

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sounds the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely， dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep，

And miles to go before I sleep，

And miles to go before I sleep.

想来我认识这座森林，

林主的庄宅就在邻村，

却不会见我在此驻马，

看他林中积雪的美景。

我的小马一定颇惊讶：

四望不见有什么农家，

偏是一年最暗的黄昏，

寒林和冰湖之间停下。

它摇一摇身上的串铃，

问我这地方该不该停。

此外只有轻风拂雪片，

再也听不见其他声音。

森林又暗又深真可羡，

但我还要守一些诺言，

还要赶多少路才安眠，

還要赶多少路才安眠。

作者简介：

罗伯特·弗罗斯特（1874—1963），美国著名的诗人，曾获得四次普利策奖。代表作品有《少年的意志》《波士顿以北》《新罕布什尔》《西去的溪流》《林间空地》等。