With The Face 伴随着脸
by Laura Riding (1901-1991)
With the face goes a mirror
As with the mind a world.
Likeness tells the doubting eye
That strangeness is not strange.
At an early hour and knowledge
Identity not yet familiar
Looks back upon itself from later,
And seems itself.
To-day seems now.
With reality-to-be goes time.
With the mind goes a world.
With the heart goes a weather.
With the face goes a mirror
As with the body a fear.
Young self goes staring to the wall
Where dumb futurity speaks calm,
And between then and then
Forebeing grows of age.
The mirror mixes with the eye.
Soon will it be the very eye.
Soon will the eye that was
The very mirror be.
Death, the final image, will shine
Transparently not otherwise
Than as the dark sun described
With such faint brightnesses.
如同与脸伴随的是镜子
与世界伴随的则是思想
相似性告诉那怀疑的眼
那奇怪也许压根不奇怪
以我早些时候的知识
对自己都还不熟悉
以现在的我往回视
依稀正好像我自己
这个时代就像现在
未来现实随着时间行走
我们的思想则是跟着世界行进
我们的心境则受天气起跌
我们的脸总离不开一面镜子
我们的身体总是离不开恐惧
年轻的我盯着一垛墙行进
那里愚蠢的未来说话都很平静
而就在那时与那时之间
以前的那个生命在老去
镜子与眼睛在揉合
很快它也就成了那只眼
很快那眼也就成了那面镜子
死亡那最后的面庞
终于会发光
透明地发光
和别人所说中的黑太阳没有不同
带着微弱的亮光。
