雙語·《西爾維婭·普拉斯詩集》 七月的虞美人

Poppies in July
七月的虞美人

Little poppies, little hell flames,
小小虞美人，小小的地獄火焰，

Do you do no harm?
你不會傷人吧？

You flicker. I cannot touch you.
你閃爍。我不會碰你。

I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.
我將雙手放在這些火焰中。沒有燒傷。

And it exhausts me to watch you
看著你，讓我精疲力竭

Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.
看著你閃爍，鮮紅又起皺，仿佛嘴上的皮。

A mouth just bloodied.
剛流血的一張嘴。

Little bloody skirts!
小小的血紅襯裙。

There are fumes that I cannot touch.
我不能碰那些煙霧。

Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?
你的麻醉品、那些討厭的膠囊在哪里？

If I could bleed, or sleep!——
但愿我會流血，或睡眠！——

If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!
但愿我的嘴與那樣的傷口結(jié)合！

Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,
或許你的烈性酒滲漏給我，用這個(gè)玻璃膠囊，

Dulling and stilling.
變得呆滯，死氣沉沉。

But colorless. Colorless.
但沒有顏色。沒有顏色。

(1962/07/20. p.203. No. 170)
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