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移动的手指在写,不断地写,用尽你的虔诚与智慧,也无法将它删掉半行。用尽你的眼泪也洗不掉一个字。
The moving fingers writes; and,having writ,Moves on: nor all your piety nor witShall lure it back to cancel half a line,Nor all your tears wash out a word of it. 】
And indeed there will be timeFor the yellow smoke that slides along the street,Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;There will be time, there will be timeTo prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;There will be time to murder and create,And time for all the works and days of handsThat lift and drop a question on your plate;Time for you and time for me,And time yet for a hundred indecisions,And for a hundred visions and revisions,Before the taking of a toast and tea.
呵,确实地,总会有时间看黄色的烟沿着街滑行,在窗玻璃上擦着它的背;总会有时间,总会有时间装一副面容去会见你去见的脸;总会有时间去暗杀和创新,总会有时间让举起问题又丢进你盘里的双手完成劳作与度过时日;有的是时间,无论你,无论我,还有的是时间犹豫一百遍,或看到一百种幻景再完全改过,在吃一片烤面包和饮茶以前。
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