After Many A Summer是電影中赫胥黎的小說名，該名出自英國桂冠詩人丁尼生Alfred Lord Tennyson的詩句“And after many a summer dies the swan.” 詩歌名為Tithonus。泰索尼斯是希臘神話中的一個(gè)人物，傳說他是一個(gè)凡人，卻愛上了女神歐若拉。歐若拉被他的愛意打動(dòng)，就去求見眾神之王宙斯，要求賜予泰索尼斯不朽的生命。宙斯答應(yīng)了她的要求，于是歐洛拉就帶著泰索尼斯到奧林波斯山上一起生活。但是女神忘記請(qǐng)求讓泰索尼斯永遠(yuǎn)年輕，這樣泰索尼斯雖然一直活著，卻不停地衰老，幾百年以后他已經(jīng)老得無法行動(dòng)了，僅剩的聲音也變得又高又尖。歐洛拉看著他身體如此虛弱非常難過，最后把他變成一只小蟲送回大地。

我偶然興起，將全詩翻譯成中文如下。后附英文原文。 泰索尼斯 詩：阿爾弗雷德?羅德?丁尼生 譯：曉非 樹木腐朽，樹木腐朽飄零 霧氣把重負(fù)流落大地 人來了，耕種土地，長眠地下 許多個(gè)夏天過后，天鵝死去 而我有的只是痛苦的永生 耗盡生命：我在你的手臂里慢慢枯萎 在這安靜的世界邊緣 一個(gè)白發(fā)的影子游移著像一個(gè)夢 在東方的永恒寂靜之所 重重迭迭的迷霧，和微光閃爍的黎明之廳 唉！在昏暗的陰影下，曾經(jīng)有個(gè)人 如此地輝煌于他的美麗和你的選擇 你選擇了他，這樣他就好像 在他偉大的心里，自己不是別的，正是一個(gè)神！—— 我請(qǐng)求你：給我不朽的生命 那時(shí)你微笑著答應(yīng)了我的請(qǐng)求 像富翁一樣，不在意給出了什么 但是你的強(qiáng)大的時(shí)序女神憤憤地施展她們的意志 把我打倒，中傷，荒廢 雖不能讓我生命終結(jié)，卻空留殘廢軀體 幻想著不朽青春的出現(xiàn)—— 我有不朽的年紀(jì)，卻無不朽的青春 于是我滿身灰塵。你的愛， 你的美麗，能否給我彌補(bǔ)？即使是現(xiàn)在 遮蔽著我們的這銀色的星，你的向?qū)?在那些顫抖的滿含淚水的眼睛里閃耀 是在聽我嗎？讓我走吧，收回你的禮物 為什么一個(gè)凡人想要用盡辦法 在人類美好的生命賽道上有所改變 或是要超出上天設(shè)定的目標(biāo)—— 那里所有的人都應(yīng)該停頓下來，互相會(huì)面？ 一陣柔和的風(fēng)吹走烏云， 我瞥見那黑暗的我出生的世界 再一次，那古老的神秘微光悄悄行動(dòng) 從你的純潔的眉毛，從你的純潔的臂膀 還有那被一顆心不斷擊打著的胸脯 你的面頰開始在陰郁中變紅 你的甜蜜的雙眼慢慢閃耀，靠近我的眼睛 在這以前，那被遮蔽了的群星，還有荒野中的團(tuán)隊(duì) 它們愛你，渴盼你上軛，升起 撼動(dòng)那陰間諸神開始松開的黑暗 打破薄暮，帶來火的光點(diǎn) 看！你因此變得無比美麗 在寂靜中，那時(shí)，在你的答案 說出之前，你的淚水流在我的面頰上 為什么你要用淚水讓我驚惶 讓我顫抖，擔(dān)心那個(gè)諺語 我在遙遠(yuǎn)的從前，在黑暗的塵世上聽到的，是真的？ “諸神不能收回祂們的禮物?！? 唉我??！唉我啊！用另一顆心 在遙遠(yuǎn)的從前，用別的眼睛 我曾看到——我還是他時(shí)——看到 清晰的輪廓形成你，看到 模糊的卷發(fā)發(fā)亮變成光芒的圓環(huán) 隨著你的神秘的變化變化著，我感到我的血脈 隨著你逐漸染紅你的儀態(tài)和門廳的 灼熱而灼熱，當(dāng)我躺下 嘴唇，前額，眼瞼，升起帶露的溫暖 帶著比四月里半開的花蕾更香的吻 我能聽到嘴唇的親吻 低語著說我不知道什么是狂野和甜蜜 就像我聽到阿波羅唱的那奇特的歌曲 那時(shí)伊利昂在高樓叢立中就像霧中的玫瑰 但是不要永遠(yuǎn)在你的東方擁有我 我的天性如何能與你的長久融合？ 你的薔薇色的影子冷冷地沐浴著我，讓我寒冷的 正是你的光芒，冰冷我皺紋密布的雙腳 在你微光照耀的層層門坎之上，當(dāng)霧氣 從昏暗的泥土上飄起，在那些人家 快樂的人們有力量死去 在長滿綠草的墳?zāi)股线€有更快樂的長眠 放開我吧，讓我回到大地 你見過所有的事物，也將見到我的墳?zāi)?你將在一個(gè)又一個(gè)早晨更新你的美麗 我也一次又一次在大地上忘卻這些空空的庭院 還有那你不斷滾動(dòng)著的你銀色的車輪 The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapors weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many a summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world, A white-hair'd shadow roaming like a dream The ever-silent spaces of the East, Far-folded mists, and gleaming halls of morn. Alas! for this gray shadow, once a man-- So glorious in his beauty and thy choice, Who madest him thy chosen, that he seem'd To his great heart none other than a God! I ask'd thee, `Give me immortality.' Then didst thou grant mine asking with a smile, Like wealthy men who care not how they give. But thy strong Hours indignant work'd their wills, And beat me down and marr'd and wasted me, And tho' they could not end me, left me maim'd To dwell in presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth, And all I was, in ashes. Can thy love, Thy beauty, make amends, tho' even now, Close over us, the silver star, thy guide, Shines in those tremulous eyes that fill with tears To hear me? Let me go: take back thy gift: Why should a man desire in any way To vary from the kindly race of men, Or pass beyond the goal of ordinance Where all should pause, as is most meet for all? A soft air fans the cloud apart; there comes A glimpse of that dark world where I was born. Once more the old mysterious glimmer steals From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure, And bosom beating with a heart renew'd. Thy cheek begins to redden thro' the gloom, Thy sweet eyes brighten slowly close to mine, Ere yet they blind the stars, and the wild team Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise, And shake the darkness from their loosen'd manes, And beat the twilight into flakes of fire. Lo! ever thus thou growest beautiful In silence, then before thine answer given Departest, and thy tears are on my cheek. Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears, And make me tremble lest a saying learnt, In days far-off, on that dark earth, be true? `The Gods themselves cannot recall their gifts.' Ay me! ay me! with what another heart In days far-off, and with what other eyes I used to watch--if I be he that watch'd-- The lucid outline forming round thee; saw The dim curls kindle into sunny rings; Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood Glow with the glow that slowly crimson'd all Thy presence and thy portals, while I lay, Mouth, forehead, eyelids, growing dewy-warm With kisses balmier than half-opening buds Of April, and could hear the lips that kiss'd Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet, Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing, While Ilion like a mist rose into towers. Yet hold me not for ever in thine East: How can my nature longer mix with thine? Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steam Floats up from those dim fields about the homes Of happy men that have the power to die, And grassy barrows of the happier dead. Release me, and restore me to the ground; Thou seest all things, thou wilt see my grave: Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn; I earth in earth forget these empty courts, And thee returning on thy silver wheels.