Barren Woman
不孕的女人

Empty, I echo to the least footfall,
空空的，最轻的脚步声也会在我身上回响，

Museum without statues, grand with pillars, porticoes, rotundas.
没有雕像的博物馆，宏伟的圆柱，门廊，圆形大厅。

In my courtyard a fountain leaps and sinks back into itself,
我的庭院里，喷泉喷涌而上，飞溅而下，

Nun-hearted and blind to the world. Marble lilies
修女的心肠却漠视这世界。大理石般的百合

Exhale their pallor like scent.
散发出馨香的苍白。

I imagine myself with a great public,
我想象自己与伟大的公众人物在一起，

Mother of a white Nike and several bald-eyed Apollos.
白色女神奈基和几个凸眼阿波罗之母。

Instead, the dead injure me with attentions, and nothing can happen.
然而，亡者的殷勤伤害我，没发生什么事。

The moon lays a hand on my forehead,
月亮放一只手在我的前额

Blank-faced and mum as a nurse.
茫然的表情，沉默如保育员。

(1961/02/21. p.157. No. 139)
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