《霜降》

--东风译

余晖熠熠的日落，
橘色中透着金黄；
整夜呼啸的寒风，
一如哀婉的丧钟；
那无形的臂膀，忽远忽近，
在把脆微的星灯摇曳碰撞。

园子里的花儿，
鹅绒般柔美，帝王般高贵，
漾着幸福的笑靥，
浑然不觉
那低低盘旋的呼啸
裹胁着冰霜一样，银色的死亡。

我悲伤地注视
这些泛着酒红色的脸庞，凝望，
凝望她们的高挑，傲娇。
对她们轻诉，死亡
将于今夜降临，
如铜鼓敲打着星光。

我最后一次地将吻印在她们的胸膛
这姣妍可爱的匆匆过客，担忧，
早晨第一缕阳光带走
那一去不返的美丽的哀愁。

我悲伤地注视
在如镜的夜空中，辉光依旧的群星
落英，消亡。
我向熟睡的她们告别
身躯已裹上，霜雪般银色的海洋
因为她们跃向的，是更加辉煌的安详。

如今我陪在她们身旁，目睹
无动于衷的天穹，浸透白霜，
莽撞的风，肆虐着寒露
星灯，在一刻不曾停歇的铜鼓声中摇晃。

2022.10.23.

译自：

《First Frost》
by Edwin Curran

A SPARKLING sunset, oranged to gold,
Rings like a bell of sorrow told,
Across the night of whistling cold;
For now an arm swings near and far
The brittle lamp of every star.
The flowers grow in the garden pied
Velvet, imperial, laughing-eyed,
While on them all hovers a breath,
The whistling frost of silver death.
I grieve to see the wine-red crowd
And watch and watch them, tall and proud,
And tell them that tonight death comes,
Beating the stars like kettle drums.
For the last time I kiss their breasts,
The lovely golden fleeting guests,
Made sad to think on morning's shore
Their beauty will be nevermore.
I grieve to see them fall and die
Where kindled, burning, sparkling high
The stars make mirrors of the sky.
I bid them farewell in their sleep,
Wrapped now in snowy silver seas,
For they, immortal, will but leap
Like us, to a more marvelous peace.
And here I sit by them and view
The solid sky as white frost comes,
Knocking the winds to silver dew,
Beating the stars like kettle drums.