雙語·《西爾維婭·普拉斯詩集》 你是

You’re
你是

Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
小丑似的，你揮舞著雙手最幸福，

Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
雙腳蹬向星星，月亮般的腦袋，

Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
像除去了內(nèi)臟的魚。憑直覺

Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode.
拇指朝下，像渡渡鳥移動(dòng)。

Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
將自己包裹起來，像卷軸，

Trawling your dark as owls do.
遮住你的黑暗，像貓頭鷹。

Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
從七月四日至愚人節(jié)，

Of July to All Fools’ Day,
你不說話像大頭菜

O high-riser, my little loaf.
哦，早起的人，我的小面包。

Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
模糊如霧，像郵件在尋找。

Farther off than Australia.
比澳大利亞更遙遠(yuǎn)。

Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.
彎腰像地圖冊(cè)，我們的旅行明蝦。

Snug as a bud and at home
偎依如蓓蕾，舒適

Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
像泡菜缸里的鯡魚。

A creel of eels, all ripples.
一籃子鰻魚，滿是皺紋。

Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
一驚一乍像顆墨西哥豆。

Right, like a well-done sum.
好，如同計(jì)算好的總數(shù)。

A clean slate, with your own face on.
清潔的石板，你的臉映在上面。

(1960/01—02. p.141. No.122)
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