随着时间的流逝，我的心渐渐充实
应酬渐少，不再像年轻的时候
与每一个遇见的人分享我自己
心里有话，也不用把它说出来。
他们来了，走了，都是正常的，一样的
只要我独立，自给自足，还拥有力量
在一个夏夜爬上山巅
看成群的星星朝我涌来。
他们会确定我爱他们，爱得比真实的还要爱；
他们会知道我非常在乎，虽然我总一个人在路上。
假如他们得意，这有什么关系？
只要我自身完整，像一朵花，或一块石头
The Solitary
My heart has grown rich with the passing of years，
I have less need now than when I was young
To share myself with every comer
Or shape my thoughts into words with my tongue.
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will，
And strength to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
Let them think I love them more than I do；
Let them think I care，though I go alone.
If it lifts their pride，what is it to me？
Who am self-complete as a flower or a stone.
By Sara Teasdale
