Walt Whitman - Not Heaving from My Ribb’d Breast Only 汉译

Not heaving from my ribb’d breast only;

Not in sighs at night, in rage, dissatisfied with myself;

Not in those long-drawn, ill-supprest sighs;

Not in many an oath and promise broken;

Not in my wilful and savage soul’s volition;

Not in the subtle nourishment of the air;

Not in this beating and pounding at my temples and wrists;

Not in the curious systole and diastole within, which will one day cease;

Not in many a hungry wish, told to the skies only;     

Not in cries, laughter, defiances, thrown from me when alone, far in the wilds;

Not in husky pantings through clench’d teeth;

Not in sounded and resounded words—chattering words, echoes, dead words;

Not in the murmurs of my dreams while I sleep,

Nor the other murmurs of these incredible dreams of every day;

Nor in the limbs and senses of my body, that take you and dismiss you continually—Not there;

Not in any or all of them, O adhesiveness! O pulse of my life!

Need I that you exist and show yourself, any more than in these songs.

不只是我胸腔里呼出的气

不只是我胸腔里呼出的气体，

并非由于中夜兴叹，因对自己不满而恼怒，

并非由于那些长长嘘出、抑制不住的叹息，

并非由于那许多背弃了的誓言和许愿，

并非由于我那固执而凶残的灵魂做出了决断，

并非由于空气提供的微妙营养，

并非由于太阳穴和手腕这两处的搏动和猛跳，

并非由于那终有一天会停止的奇妙的心肌的伸缩，

并非由于只有天知道的那许多渴望，

并非由于我独自在遥远的旷野里抛出的喊叫声，笑声，置一切于不顾，

并非由于从咬紧的牙缝里吐出的沙哑的喘气声，

并非由于说过了又说的话，喋喋不休的话，应答话，僵死的话，

并非由于我睡觉时梦中哼出的喃喃声，

也不是那些每天的奇异梦境中发出的其他喃喃声，

也不是那些不断接待你又打发你走的我那躯体的四肢和五官——并非由于这些，

并非由于以上的任何一端或全部，啊，黏着力！啊，我生命的脉搏！

我才需要你存在并表现你自己，在这些诗歌里。