Spring Beauties 春之美神

　　春之美神

　　Ruth Stone

　　露絲 斯通

　　The abandoned campus,

　　被擯棄的校園，

　　empty brick buildings and early June

　　空空的磚瓦房當六月初

　　when you came to visit me;

　　你來看望我;

　　crossing the states midway,

　　穿行于州際途中，

　　the straggled belts of little roads;

　　束帶般的小路伸延，

　　hitchhiking with your portable typewriter.

　　提著你的便攜打字機搭車。

　　The campus,an academy of trees,

　　校園，一個樹林的學(xué)院，

　　under which some hand,the wind's I guess,

　　在樹下有些，我想是風的手，

　　had scattered the pale light

　　已經(jīng)消散了千百

　　of thousands of spring beauties,

　　春之美神的蒼白光線，

　　petals stained with pink veins;

　　花瓣染上桃紅色的血管;

　　secret, blooming for themselves.

　　秘密的，為它們自己開放。

　　We sat among them.

　　我們坐在它們中間。

　　Your long fingers, thin body,

　　你那修長的手指，清痩的身材，

　　and long bones of improbable genius;

　　和未必會是天才的長骨;

　　some scattered gene as Kafka must have had.

　　一些像卡夫卡肯定有的分散的基因。

　　Your deep voice, this passing dust of miracles.

　　你深沉的嗓音，通行奇妙塵間。

　　That simple that was myself, half conscious,

　　單純?nèi)缥?，神志半醒?/p>

　　as though each moment was a page where words appeared;

　　似乎每一瞬間都是詞語出現(xiàn)之頁;

　　the bent hammer of the type

　　彎形字錘撞擊移動的色帶。

　　struck against the moving ribbon.

　　清淡的空氣，煩躁的樹葉;

　　The light air, the restless leaves;

　　我們的渴望翹曲起時間的微瀾。

　　the ripple of time warped by our longing.

　　在那里，好像我們被

　　There, as if we were painted by some unknown impressionist.

　　幾個無名印象派畫家繪入了畫面。