介绍： Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden

请跟英语兔我一起读:

Sundays too my father got up early
星期天父亲一如往常起得很早,

And put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
黑暗和寒冷中穿好衣服,

then with cracked hands that ached
伸出皲裂的双手

from labor in the weekday weather madebanked fires blaze.
辛苦生好...

介绍： Those Winter Sundays
by Robert Hayden

请跟英语兔我一起读:

Sundays too my father got up early
星期天父亲一如往常起得很早,

And put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
黑暗和寒冷中穿好衣服,

then with cracked hands that ached
伸出皲裂的双手

from labor in the weekday weather madebanked fires blaze.
辛苦生好炉火温暖房间。

No one ever thanked him.
却没有得到一句感谢温暖的话。

I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
我被木柴燃烧的爆裂声吵醒。

When the rooms were warm, he'd call,
室内温暖了，父亲喊我起床，

and slowly I would rise and dress,
我不情愿地磨磨蹭蹭穿好衣服，

fearing the chronic angers of that house,
害怕被父亲堵在被窝里。

Speaking indifferently to him,
我冷冷地不情愿和父亲说着话，

who had driven out the cold
是父亲驱走了室内的寒冷，

and polished my good shoes as well.
还把我的皮鞋擦亮。

What did I know, what did I know
我了解多少，我懂吗?

of love's austere and lonely offices?
父亲的爱是多么真挚和深沉。

(译者:韦庄)