William Empson - To An Old Lady 汉译

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Revere; do not presume to think her wasted.

Project her no projectile, plan nor man it:

Gods cool in turn, by the sun long outlasted.

 

Our earth alone given no name of god

Gives, too, no hold for such a leap to aid her;

Landing, you break some palace and seem odd;

Bees sting their need, the keeper’s queen invader.

 

No, to your telescope; spy out the land;

Watch while her ritual is still to see,

Still stand her temples emptying in the sand

Whose waves o’erthrew their crumbled tracery;

 

Still stand uncalled-on her soul’s appanage:

Much social detail whose successor fades.

Wit used to run a house and to play Bridge,

And tragic fervor, to dismiss her maids.

 

Years her precession do not throw from gear.

She reads a compass certain of her pole;

Confident, finds no confines on her sphere,

Whose failing crops are in her sole control.

 

Stars how much further from me fill my night.

Strange that she too should be inaccessible,

Who shares my sun. He curtains her from sight,

And but in darkness is she visible.

 

                                                            1935