Jean Toomer - Face 汉译

Hair—

silver-gray,

like streams of stars,

Brows—

recurved canoes

quivered by the ripples blown by pain,

Her eyes—

mist of tears

condensing on the flesh below

And her channeled muscles

are cluster grapes of sorrow

purple in the evening sun

nearly ripe for worms.

脸

珍·图默

头发——

银灰色，

像繁星点点的溪流，

双眉——

两头朝里翘的划子

在痛苦激起的细浪上颤动，

她的眼睛——

泪水的翳

凝聚在那下面的血肉上，

而她布满沟纹的肌肉

昌串悲哀的葡萄

紫紫地映照着晚照：

已熟得快喂蛆虫。