标题: He was my North, my South, my East and West [打印本页] 作者: 加盐 时间: 2009-11-15 17:59 标题: He was my North, my South, my East and West 唇齿相启，喃喃耳语的是他们最遥远的距离。
请给予足够的尊重，给那些相爱的衣柜里的人们。
PS. 我翻译得不好，那就在原文里被感动吧。
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
