Denise Levertov - Pleasures 汉译

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What’s not found

at once, but lies

 

within something of another nature,

in repose, distinct.

Gull feathers of glass, hidden

 

in white pulp: the bones of squid

which I pull out and lay

blade by blade on the draining board—

 

tapered as if for swiftness, to pierce

the heart, but fragile, substance

belying design.          Or a fruit, mamey,

 

cased in rough brown peel, the flesh

rose-amber, and the seed:

the seed a stone of wood, carved and

 

polished, walnut-colored, formed

like a brazilnut, but large,

large enough to fill

the hungry palm of a hand.

 

I like the juicy stem of grass that grows

within the coarser leaf folded round,

and the butteryellow glow

 

in the narrow flute from which the morning-glory

opens blue and cool on a hot morning.

 

                                                               1959