By Robert Frost

He halted in the wind, and -- what was that
Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost?
He stood there bringing March against his thought,
And yet too ready to believe the most.

"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said;
And truly it was fair enough for flowers
had we but in us to assume in march
Such white luxuriance of May for ours.

We stood a moment so in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.

    无极瞬间

  译文/冰默樱娘

他在风里踌躇而行，并远在枫林中

那是什么，苍白，却并非幽灵？
他伫立在那里携三月与其思想辉映，

然而却难以相信眼前的大多数事情。

我说“啊，那就是百花盛开的天堂。”

那对鲜花来说确实足够公平。

我们只能在内心设想，要在三月

拥有五月般无暇的馥郁葱茏。

我们也只能在这怪异的世界逗留瞬间，

我自己也不过是他欺诈的一个虚伪手段；

于是我说出真相（接着我们继续前行）。

一颗稚嫩的山毛榉还紧抱着去年的叶片。