【纯享版】风夜狂想曲 Rhapsody on a Windy Night · DD

关注微信公众号：为你读英语美文，查看更完整的图文,背景音乐信息 主播：DD坐标：美国 洛杉矶 【正文】Rhapsodyon a Windy Night风夜狂想曲作者：T. S. ELIOT，翻译：DD Twelve o'clock.十二点。Along the reaches of the street顺着街道触及的各个地方，Held in a lunar synthesis,在月光笼罩的合成作用里，Whispering lunar incantations月的咒语低吟细说，Dissolve the floors of memory消融了一层层记忆And all its clear relations,和它清晰的脉络，Its divisions and precisions,它的分列及它的精确。Every street lamp that I pass每一盏路过的街灯，Beats like a fatalistic drum,忽明忽暗，像是敲击着一面宿命的鼓。And through the spaces of the dark而穿越那黑洞洞的空间，Midnight shakes the memory午夜摇撼着记忆，As a madman shakes a dead geranium.好似个疯子，摇撼一株死了的天竺葵。 Half-past one,一点半，The street lamp sputtered,路灯噗噗的闪着，The street lamp muttered,路灯喃喃的讲着，The street lamp said, "Regard thatwoman路灯讲，“瞧那女人Who hesitates towards you in the lightof the door在门缝透出的光里犹豫着朝你走来。Which opens on her like a grin.那道门在她身上打开的光亮像是咧嘴一笑。You see the border of her dress你看她的裙摆，Is torn and stained with sand,粘着沙土而破烂，And you see the corner of her eye你再看她的眼角，Twists like a crooked pin."褶皱像枚扭曲的别针。 The memory throws up high and dry记忆高高抛起A crowd of twisted things;一群干枯扭曲了的东西A twisted branch upon the beach沙滩上一根扭曲的树枝Eaten smooth, and polished被吞噬冲刷的光滑As if the world gave up好像世界袒露了The secret of its skeleton,它骷髅骨架的秘密Stiff and white.僵直而发白。A broken spring in a factory yard,工厂院子里一根断了的弹簧Rust that clings to the form that thestrength has left锈迹斑斑缠紧了那具不再有力的躯体Hard and curled and ready to snap.硬而卷曲，随时会折断 Half-past two,两点半The street lamp said,路灯说"Remark the cat which flattensitself in the gutter,“瞧那只趴在阴沟里的猫Slips out its tongue伸出舌头And devours a morsel of rancidbutter."吞食着一小块发臭的黄油”So the hand of a child, automatic,于是一个孩子的手，机械地抽出Slipped out and pocketed a toy that wasrunning along the quay.把一个沿码头滚动的玩具装进口袋I could see nothing behind that child'seye.那孩子的眼神背后我什么也看不见I have seen eyes in the street我曾看见那街道上一双双眼Trying to peer through lighted shutters,从百叶窗后的灯光里试探着朝外望着And a crab one afternoon in a pool,又有只午后池塘里的蟹An old crab with barnacles on his back,一只背着甲壳的老螃蟹Gripped the end of a stick which I heldhim.钳紧了我伸出的那根棍的尾巴 Half-past three,三点半The lamp sputtered,路灯噗噗的响着，The lamp muttered in the dark.路灯喃喃的在黑暗里讲着。 The lamp hummed:路灯哼唱着："Regard the moon,看那月亮，La lune ne garde aucune rancune,此月亮乃不记旧账，She winks a feeble eye,她有气无力的眨着眼睛，She smiles into corners.她微笑着照进旮旯角落She smoothes the hair of the grass.她理顺了草的头发The moon has lost her memory.这月亮已经失忆A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,黯淡的天花疹坼裂了她的脸Her hand twists a paper rose,她的手折捻着一朵纸做的玫瑰That smells of dust and old Cologne,它散发着灰尘和陈旧古龙水的味道She is alone她独自一人With all the old nocturnal smells种种昔日夜的气氛That cross and cross across herbrain."一抹一抹抹过她的脑海The reminiscence comes回忆浮现了出来Of sunless dry geraniums那太阳下干枯的天竺葵And dust in crevices,及缝隙里的尘埃Smells of chestnuts in the streets,及街道上板栗的香味And female smells in shuttered rooms,及百叶窗后屋里女人的气息And cigarettes in corridors及走道里的烟味And cocktail smells in bars."及酒吧里鸡尾酒的酒味。 The lamp said,路灯说，"Four o'clock,四点整，Here is the number on the door.这里是门上的号码牌。Memory!记忆！You have the key,你有那把钥匙，The little lamp spreads a ring on thestair,小小的灯在楼梯上散开一环光晕，Mount.爬。The bed is open; the tooth-brush hangson the wall,床已铺好；牙刷挂在墙上，Put your shoes at the door, sleep,prepare for life."把你的鞋放在门口，睡吧，准备生活。 The last twist of the knife.最后一次刀光一扭。