怀孕初期要多吃些什么:双语阅读：埃拉·惠勒·威尔科克斯《孤独》

埃拉·惠勒·威尔科克斯：孤独

埃拉·惠勒·威尔科克斯（Ella Wheeler Wilcox ，1850—1919）是一位美国作家、诗人。她流传最广的诗便是这首《孤独》，开头两句诗常被人当名言来引用。埃拉在很小的时候就开始写诗，高中毕业的时候，便已经成为本州的知名诗人了。

《孤独》最初发表于1883年2月25日的《纽约太阳报》。她是在去参加一位官员就职舞会的路上萌发了这首诗的灵感。当时，同车的一位黑衣女子哭了。埃拉就坐在她旁边，一路上都在试着安慰她。下车后，诗人心里非常压抑，在照镜子的时候，她想起了那位黑衣女子。于是，《孤独》的开头两行便诞生了：“你笑，这世界与你一同笑；/你哭，却只能一个人哭。”她把这首诗投给了《纽约太阳报》，得到了5美元的稿费。1883年5月，这首诗被收进她的诗集《热爱之诗》。





你笑，这世界和你一起笑；

 你哭，却只能一个人哭。

 因为古老而悲伤的大地必须寻找欢乐，

 它自身的麻烦已经足够多。

 你歌唱，群山呼应你的歌唱；

 你叹息，叹息便消失在空气中。

 只有快乐的声音能得到回应，

 而忧虑的声音却不能。



你高兴，人们会追随你；

 你悲伤，人们便转身离去。

 人们愿意分享你所有的喜悦，

 但不需要你的痛苦。

 你快乐，就会拥有很多朋友；

 你难过，就会失去所有的朋友。

 没人会拒绝你的美酒，

 但生活的苦水，你必须独自饮下。



你设宴，便会宾客盈门；

 你绝食，便会与这世界擦肩而过。

 成功和慷慨有助于你的生，

 但没有人能够挽救你的死。

 欢乐的殿堂能容下

壮观的一长队人，

而那狭长而充满痛苦的通道

我们却必须独自穿过。
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

 Weep, and you weep alone.

 For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,

 But has trouble enough of its own.

 Sing, and the hills will answer;

 Sigh, it is lost on the air.

 The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

 But shrink from voicing care.





Rejoice, and men will seek you;

 Grieve, and they turn and go.

 They want full measure of all your pleasure,

 But they do not need your woe.

 Be glad, and your friends are many;

 Be sad, and you lose them all.

 There are none to decline your nectared wine,

 But alone you must drink life's gall.





Feast, and your halls are crowded;

 Fast, and the world goes by.

 Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

 But no man can help you die.

 There is room in the halls of pleasure

 For a long and lordly train,

 But one by one we must all file on

 Through the narrow aisles of pain. 



 Ella Wheeler Wilcox 

Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

 Weep, and you weep alone.

 For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,

 But has trouble enough of its own.

 Sing, and the hills will answer;

 Sigh, it is lost on the air.

 The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

 But shrink from voicing care.





Rejoice, and men will seek you;

 Grieve, and they turn and go.

 They want full measure of all your pleasure,

 But they do not need your woe.

 Be glad, and your friends are many;

 Be sad, and you lose them all.

 There are none to decline your nectared wine,

 But alone you must drink life's gall.





Feast, and your halls are crowded;

 Fast, and the world goes by.

 Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

 But no man can help you die.

 There is room in the halls of pleasure

 For a long and lordly train,

 But one by one we must all file on

 Through the narrow aisles of pain. 



 Ella Wheeler Wilcox