勃朗宁夫人诗选第十三首

勃朗宁夫人诗选第十三首

《勃朗宁夫人诗选第十三首》

No. XIII

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech

The love I bear thee, finding words enough,

And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,

Between our faces, to cast light on each? —

I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach

My hand to hold my spirits so far off

From myself—me—that I should bring thee proof

In words, of love hid in me out of reach.

Nay, let the silence of my womanhood

Commend my woman-love to thy belief, —

Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,

And rend the garment of my life, in brief,

By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,

Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.

难道你要我形诸词句，

找到足够的言语来诉说我的爱意？

狂风呼啸，你要我把火炬远远地举起，

在我们的面孔之间，来照亮我和你？

——我只会把它掉在你的脚边。

我无法让双手捧着我的灵魂

远离自己……我的心……

远到能够为你找到词句来证明深埋在我心底的爱意。

不，请让我女心的贞静默默致予你

我女性的爱情——

相信我，

无论怎样切切恳求，

我都默然而立，

只是倔强地撕裂了生命的外袍，

唯恐这颗心只是轻轻的一触，就泄露了忧伤。

文章摘自《勃朗宁夫人十四行诗》，张媛译