Sylvia Plath Collected Poems
No. 160
Crossing the Water
Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees go that drink here?
Their shadows must cover Canada.
A little light is filtering from the water flowers.
Their leaves do not wish us to hurry:
They are round and flat and full of dark advice.
Cold worlds shake from the oar.
The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes.
A snag is lifting a valedictory, pale hand;
Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls.
4 April 1962
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渡水
黑的湖,黑的船,两个黑的剪纸人。
在此汲水的黑树,哪里去了?
它们的阴影肯定盖住加拿大。
一缕幽光透过水的花朵滤出。
它们的叶子不愿我们匆匆划过。
它们圆圆的,平平的,满腹幽暗的劝告。
冷冷的世界因船桨而晃动。
黑的精灵在我们内心,在鱼的内心。
一截树棍举起苍白的,告别的手;
星星开放在睡莲丛中。
难道你没因这些毫无表情的水妖而失明?
这沉默,来自被惊呆了的生灵。
1962年4月4日
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