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冬日下午

郑敏

 

画画的人睡去了，

让大路躺在无色里。

或是它在沉思吧？

想一双赤裸的软脚，

一把花格遮阳伞，

它的脸都白了——。

 

白杨哭诉：

“什么时候重有美丽呢，

风不歌颂我了。”

乌鸦歇在石堡上，

天太低。

 

寂寞从枝梢滴下，

我走过睡着的美人，

她在等候薰风。

有人轻轻触我的臂肘，

轻轻牵我的衣袖，

 

是一双怯怯的小手；

仿佛小声说

“不能看看她吗？……”

于是我停脚回视：

大路上没有行人。

 

一枝瘦弱的白蔷薇

伸出矮篱

犹自颤抖……

 

Apparition on a Winter Afternoon: A Painting

Zheng Min

 

The painter has dozed off

And let the great road lie here colourless –

Perhaps lost in meditation,

Musing upon a pair of tender, naked feet

And a checkered parasol,

The road’s face has turned all white.

 

It tears the white willow complains,

“When will the beauty reappear?

The wind sings my praises no more.”

A crow reposes on a stone wall.

The sky hangs so low.

 

Loneliness drips from the branches.

I pass the lovely girl, drowsing,

Waiting for a fragrant breeze.

Someone lightly touches my elbow,

Gently tugs at my sleeve –

A pair of timid hands.

A tiny voice seems to say,

“Can’t you see me?”

Whereupon I stay my steps and turn back:

Not a soul on the road.

 

A branch of white rose, slender and fragile,

Reaches out through a low hedge,

Still trembling by itself.

 

（Herbert Batt and Sheldon Zitner 译）