Poppies in October, Sylvia Plath

十月的罂粟花

作者：西尔维娅·普拉斯
翻译：Stella

即便是今晨的太阳云也裁不出这样的裙裳。
救护车里的女人也不行
她红色的心脏绽放着穿透
大衣，如此惊世骇俗——

一件礼物，爱的礼物
不请自来
无论天空

苍白而炙热地
点燃它的一氧化碳，还是双眼
在常礼帽下暗淡凝滞，都未曾予以邀约。

噢上帝，我为何物
竟让这些迟到的嘴儿张开呼喊
于霜冻的森林，矢车菊的黎明间。

Poppies In October

by Sylvia Plath

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly —　

A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky　

Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.