Frank Marshall Davis - Four Glimpses of Night 汉译

1

Eagerly

Like a woman hurrying to her lover

Night comes to the room of the world

And lies, yielding and content

Against the cool round face

Of the moon.

2

Night is a curious child, wandering

Between earth and sky, creeping

In windows and doors, daubing

The entire neighborhood

With purple paint.

Day

Is an apologetic mother

Cloth in hand

Following after.

3

Peddling

From door to door

Night sells

Black bags of peppermint stars

Heaping cones of vanilla moon

Until

His shuffles homeward

Jingling the gray coins

Of daybreak.

4

Night’s brittle song, silver-thin

Shatters into a billion fragments

Of quiet shadows

At the blaring jazz

Of a morning sun.