|
|
本帖最后由 雨荷风 于 2015-10-7 22:29 编辑
The Secret Garden秘密花园
RITA DOVE (B. 1952) 芮塔.多佛（美）
I was ill, lying on my bed of old papers,
when you came with white rabbits in your arms;
and the doves scattered upwards, flying to mothers,
and the snails sighed under their baggage of stone. . .
Now your tongue grows like celery between us:
Because of our love-cries, cabbage darkens in its nest;
the cauliflower thinks of her pale, plump children
and turns greenish-white in a light like the ocean’s.
I was sick, fainting in the smell of teabags,
when you came with tomatoes, a good poetry.
I am being wooed. I am being conquered
by a cliff of limestone that leaves chalk on my breasts.
“The Secret Garden” from Yellow House on the Corner (Pittsburgh: Carnegie Mellon University Press, 1989)
我病了，躺在铺满旧纸片的床上
当你来时，胳膊里抱着几只白色的小兔子
那些小鸽子们向上飞散开，回到妈妈的怀抱
还有那些蜗牛背负着他们的石头行李叹气...
现在你的舌头像芹菜一样在我们之间生长
因为我们爱的叫喊，卷心菜在它的巢穴里暗淡
花椰菜想起了她苍白肥胖的孩子
在像海洋一样的光下，变成泛绿的白
我病了，昏厥在茶叶袋散发的气味儿里
当你来时，你带着番茄和一首优美的诗
我就被追求了。我于是被一座石灰岩的悬崖所征服
它把白色的印记遗留在我的乳房之上
“秘密花园” 选自《角落里的黄房子》（卡耐基梅隆大学出版社，1989）
|
|
|Archiver|手机版|小黑屋|中诗网
( 京ICP备：12024093号-1|
京公网安备 11010502045403号 )
发表于 2011-3-16 08:18:27