La Figlia Che Piange 哀伤的少女（译）
哀伤的少女
小姐，我该怎样称呼你？
你站在台阶的最高梯级——
斜倚着一口花园中的瓮——
编织，编织你发丝里的阳光——
你抱紧花束，惊诧的神色中带一丝苦痛——
随后将它们扔弃在地，转身
眼睛里带一丝游移的怨恨：
但编织吧，编织你发丝里的阳光。
我会让他离开，
我会让她伫立悲痛，
他会离开
正如灵魂抽离伤痕累累的肉体，
正如理智抛弃它寄居过的肉体。
我会找到
某种无比轻巧的方法，
某种易于理解的方法，
简单而轻浮，就像一个笑容，一次握手。
她转身离去，带着秋日的天气
长久地萦绕在我的思绪里，
许多个时日：
她长发垂肩，环抱花束。
我想知道，它们是如何拼构在一起！
我大概错失了一个手势，一个体态。
有时这些沉思仍
在不安的午夜和正午的小憩让我感到惊奇。
La Figlia Che Piange
by T. S. Eliot
O quam te memoremVirgo..
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
Trans. by 紫鸢尾 2013. 10. 08
http://site.douban.com/dushoushizaishuijiao/widget/notes/13644484/note/308055683/
小姐，我该怎样称呼你？
你站在台阶的最高梯级——
斜倚着一口花园中的瓮——
编织，编织你发丝里的阳光——
你抱紧花束，惊诧的神色中带一丝苦痛——
随后将它们扔弃在地，转身
眼睛里带一丝游移的怨恨：
但编织吧，编织你发丝里的阳光。
我会让他离开，
我会让她伫立悲痛，
他会离开
正如灵魂抽离伤痕累累的肉体，
正如理智抛弃它寄居过的肉体。
我会找到
某种无比轻巧的方法，
某种易于理解的方法，
简单而轻浮，就像一个笑容，一次握手。
她转身离去，带着秋日的天气
长久地萦绕在我的思绪里，
许多个时日：
她长发垂肩，环抱花束。
我想知道，它们是如何拼构在一起！
我大概错失了一个手势，一个体态。
有时这些沉思仍
在不安的午夜和正午的小憩让我感到惊奇。
La Figlia Che Piange
by T. S. Eliot
O quam te memoremVirgo..
Stand on the highest pavement of the stair—
Lean on a garden urn—
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair—
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise—
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
So I would have had him leave,
So I would have had her stand and grieve,
So he would have left
As the soul leaves the body torn and bruised,
As the mind deserts the body it has used.
I should find
Some way incomparably light and deft,
Some way we both should understand,
Simple and faithless as a smile and shake of the hand.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
Compelled my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
And I wonder how they should have been together!
I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
Trans. by 紫鸢尾 2013. 10. 08
http://site.douban.com/dushoushizaishuijiao/widget/notes/13644484/note/308055683/
