只能找到这两首诗，找不到翻译The Most of It by Robert FrostHe thought he kept the universe alone;For all the voice in answer he could wakeWas but the mocking echo of his ownFrom some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.Some morning from the boulder-broken beachHe would cry out on life, that what it wantsIs not its own love back in copy speech,But counter-love, original response.And nothing ever came of what he criedUnless it was the embodiment that crashedIn the cliff"s talus on the other side,And then in the far distant water splashed,But after a time allowed for it to swim,Instead of proving human when it nearedAnd someone else additional to him,As a great buck it powerfully appeared,Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,And landed pouring like a waterfall,And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,And forced the underbrush-and that was all.-----------"Departmental" by Robert Frost: An ant on the table cloth Ran into a dormant moth Of many times his size. He showed not the least surprise. His business wasn"t with such. He gave it scarcely a touch, And was off on this duty run. Yet if he encountered one Of the hive"s enquiry squad Whose work it is to find out God And the nature of time and space, He would put him onto the case. Ants are a curious race; One crossing with hurried tread The body of one of their dead Isn"t given a moment"s arrest -- Seems not even impressed. But he no doubt reports to any With whom he crosses antennae, And they no doubt report To the higher up at court. Then word goes forth in Formic: "Death"s come to Jerry McCormic, Our selfless forager Jerry. Will the special Janizary Whose office it is to bury The dead of the commissary Go bring him home to his people. Lay him in state on a sepal. Wrap him for shroud in a petal. Embalm him with ichor of nettle. This is the word of your Queen." And presently upon the scene Appears a solemn mortician; And taking formal position With feelers calmly atwiddle Seizes the dead by the middle And heaving him high in the air, Carries him out of there. No one stands round to stare. It is nobody else"s affair. It couldn"t be called ungentle. But how thoroughly departmental.
