| 过河
（西尔维亚·普拉斯/作，张文武/译）
黑色的湖，黑色的船，两个用纸剪成的黑人。
在此饮水的黑色树木去往何处？
它们的阴影一定覆盖了加拿大。
水里的花朵滤下微光。
叶子们不希望我们行色匆匆：
扁圆的叶片上满是黑暗的忠告。
冰冷的世界从桨上摇落。
黑暗的精灵就在我们内心，在鱼的内心。
一处暗礁举起苍白的告别的手，
星星在睡莲中开放。
这些面无表情的水妖没有弄瞎你的双眼吗？
这寂静来自于那些受到惊吓的灵魂。
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Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees go that drink here?
Their shadows must cover Canada.
A little light is filtering from the water flowers.
Their leaves do not wish us to hurry:
They are round and flat and full of dark advice.
Cold worlds shake from the oar.
The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes.
A snag is lifting a valedictory, pale hand;
Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls.
Sylvia Plath | | |
