So far from variation or quick change?
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods and to compounds strange?
Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth and where they did proceed?
O, know, sweet love, I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument;
So all my best is dressing old words new,
Spending again what is already spent:
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.
為什么我的詩(shī)那么缺新光彩,
趕不上現(xiàn)代善變多姿的風(fēng)尚?
為什么我不學(xué)時(shí)人旁征博采
那競(jìng)奇斗艷,窮妍極巧的新腔?
為什么我寫的始終別無(wú)二致,
寓情思旨趣于一些老調(diào)陳言,
幾乎每一句都說(shuō)出我的名字,
透露它們的身世,它們的來(lái)源?
哦,須知道,我愛(ài)呵,我只把你描,
你和愛(ài)情就是我唯一的主題;
推陳出新是我的無(wú)上的訣竅,
我把開(kāi)支過(guò)的,不斷重新開(kāi)支:
因?yàn)?,正如太?yáng)天天新天天舊,
我的愛(ài)把說(shuō)過(guò)的事絮絮不休。