博尔赫斯 英文诗两首-其一

献给贝阿特丽斯 比维罗尼 韦伯斯特 德布尔里奇

（之前发过第二篇，这是第一篇。）

拂晓时分,我伫立在阒无一人的街角,我熬过了夜晚。 　　

夜晚是骄傲的波浪;深蓝色的、头重脚轻的波浪带着深翻泥土的种种颜色,带着不太可能、但称心如意的事物。 　

夜晚有一种赠与和拒绝、半舍半留的神秘习惯,有黑暗半球的欢乐。夜晚就是那样,我对你说。 　　

那夜的波涛留给了我惯常的零星琐碎:几个讨厌的聊天朋友、梦中的音乐、辛辣的灰烬的烟雾。我饥渴的心用不着的东西。 　　

巨浪带来了你。 　　

言语,任何言语,你的笑声;还有懒洋洋而美得耐看的你。我们谈着话,而你已忘掉了言语。 　　

旭日初升的时候,我在我的城市里一条阒无一人的街上。 　　

你转过身的侧影,组成你名字的发音,你有韵律的笑声:这些情景都让我久久回味。 　　

我在黎明时细细琢磨,我失去了它们,我又找到了;我向几条野狗诉说,也向黎明寥寥的晨星诉说。 　　

你隐秘而丰富的生活…… 　　

我必须设法了解你:我撇开你留给我的回味,我要你那隐藏的容颜,你真正的微笑——你冷冷的镜子反映的寂寞而嘲弄的微笑

Two English Poems

The useless dawn finds me in a deserted street- corner; I have outlived the night.

Nights are proud waves; darkblue topheavy waves laden with all the hues of deep spoil, laden with things unlikely and desirable.

Nights have a habit of mysterious gifts and refusals, of things half given away, half withheld, of joys with a dark hemisphere. Nights act that way, I tell you.

The surge, that night, left me the customary shreds and odd ends: some hated friends to chat with, music for dreams, and the smoking of bitter ashes. The things my hungry heart has no use for.

The big wave brought you.

Words, any words, your laughter; and you so lazily and incessantly beautiful. We talked and you have forgotten the words.

The shattering dawn finds me in a deserted street of my city.

Your profile turned away, the sounds that go to make your name, the lilt of your laughter: these are the illustrious toys you have left me.

I turn them over in the dawn, I lose them, I find them; I tell them to the few stray dogs and to the few stray stars of the dawn.

Your dark rich life ...

I must get at you, somehow; I put away those illustrious toys you have left me, I want your hidden look, your real smile -- that lonely, mocking smile your cool mirror knows.