卞之琳·《距离的组织》英译

想独上高楼读一遍《罗马衰亡史》，

忽有罗马灭亡星出现在报上。

报纸落。地图开，因想起远人的嘱咐。

寄来的风景也暮色苍茫了。

（醒来天欲暮，无聊，一访友人吧。）

灰色的天。灰色的海。灰色的路。

哪儿了？我又不会向灯下验一把土。

忽听得一千重门外有自己的名字。

好累呵！我的盆舟没有人戏弄吗？

友人带来了雪意和五点钟。

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The Composition of Distances

Mount a high tower alone to read The Rise & Decline of the Roman Empire,

Rome’s comet suddenly appears in the newspaper.

Newspaper falls. Map opens. And remember a distant friend’s request.

The landscape sent here is already vague with dusk.

(Wake up: sky about to darken. Tedious! Perhaps go see a friend.)

Grey sky. Grey sea. Grey road.

Where now? And I know not how to verify some soil under the lamp.

How tired! Did someone dally with my vessel?

A friend brings here snow and 5 o’clock.