Drinking Wine

醉酒

By/WislawaSzymborska

作者/辛波斯卡

He looked, andgave me beauty,

and I took it asif mine.

Happy, Iswallowed a star.

I allowed myselfto be

invented in thelikeness

of the reflectionin his eyes.

I am dancing, dancing

in the flutter ofsudden wings.

A table is atable.

Wine is wine in aglass

that is just aglass and stands

standing on atable. While

I am imaginary

to the point ofno belief,

imaginary

to the point ofblood.

I am telling him

what he want tohear: ants

dying of loveunder

the constellationof the dandelion.

I swear that awhite rose,

sprinkled withwine, sings.

I am laughing,tilting

my head carefully

as if checking aninvention

I am dancing,dancing

in astonishedskin, in

an embrace thatcreates me.

Eve from a rib,Venus from sea-foam,

Minerva fromJove's head––

all were morereal than I.

When he stopslooking at me

I search for myreflection

on a wall. I seeonly

a nail from whicha picture

has been removed

他的一瞥，添了我的媚态，

我将它占为己有。

我幸福地吞下一颗星。

我允许自己被想入非非，

仿效着自己在他眼中的样子。

我跳舞，跳舞，跳舞，迅速地抖动翅膀。

椅子是椅子，酒是酒，

在酒杯中，酒杯立在那儿，就立在那儿。

唯有我是虚构的，是幻想中的，

令人难以置信，

如此虚幻，使我痛苦。

我给他讲故事：

在蒲公英的星座下殉情的蚂蚁。

我发誓，要是你撒上酒，白玫瑰就会歌唱。

我大笑，脑袋谨慎地前倾，像在观察幻想如何发生。

我跳舞，跳舞，

在我不知所措的皮肤内部，在他创造我的怀里。

出自肋骨的夏娃，出自大海泡沫的维纳斯，

出自朱庇特头颅的密涅瓦——她们三个都比我真实。

当他不再看我，我努力追寻我于墙上的幻觉

我看见一枚钉子，

一幅画挂着，一如往常。