From childhood's hour I have not been
 As others were - I have not seen
 As others saw - I could not bring
 My passions from a common spring
 From the same source I have not taken
 My sorrow; I could not awaken
 My heart to joy at the same tone;
 And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone
 Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
 Of a most stormy life - was drawn
 From ev'ry depth of good and ill
 The mystery which binds me still:
 From the torrent, or the fountain,
 From the red cliff of the mountain
 From the sun that 'round me roll'd
 In it's autumn tint of gold -
 From the lighting in the sky
 As it pass'd me flying by -
 From the thunder and the storm,
 And the cloud that look the form
 (When the rest of Heaven was blue)
 Of a demon in my view.
 
 孤 独 
 爱伦·坡[美] 
 
 童年时起，我便异于 
 别的孩子——他们的视域
 与我不同——我难以随同 
 众人为些许小事激动—— 
 我的忧伤也和他们 
 并非一类——同一种高论 
 无法使我热血沸腾—— 
 我的爱——别人想爱也是不能。 
 当时——我还幼稚——在重重 
 磨难的一生的开端——我便从 
 善与恶的每一层摄取 
 一种秘密，至今风雨 
 半生，我仍然为它控制—— 
 我从激流、山泉与岩石—— 
 从绕我旋转的太阳 
 以及秋日灿烂得金光—— 
 我摄取，从那天上的闪电 
 当它飞快掠过我的身边—— 
 从雷霆、黑压压的暴风雨—— 
 还从乌云（远处天宇 
 仍然一片蔚蓝），当它 
 在我眼里成为恶煞。