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The Butterfly’s Day
Emily Dickinson
From cocoon forth a butterfly
As lady from her door
Emerged―a summer afternoon―
Repairing everywhere,
Without design, that I could trace,
Except to stray abroad
On miscellaneous enterprise
The clovers understood.
Her pretty parasol was seen
Contracting in a field
Where men made hay, then struggling hard
With an opposing cloud,
Where parties, phantom as herself,
To Nowhere seemed to go
In purposeless circumference,
As’t were a tropic show.
And notwithstanding bee that worked,
And flower that zealous blew,
This audience of idleness
Disdained them, from the sky,
Till sundown crept, a steady tide,
And men that made the hay,
And afternoon, and butterfly,
Extinguished in its sea.
蝴蝶
一只蝴蝶自她的茧中,
像贵妇步出门口,
在一个长夏的下午露面,
任意去各处漫游。
我无法探知她的心事,
除非是离家闲行;
只有苜蓿才能够了解
她要办的琐碎事情。
我们看见她华丽的阳伞,
在田间收合拢来,
看人做干草,又努力挣扎
像一朵迎面的云彩;
飘幻如她的成群游客
皆若赴乌有之邦,
漫无目的地弯来绕去,
像热带的展览会场。
尽管蜜蜂在发奋做工,
众花在热烈地开放,
这一位闲散的观光者
对他们并无景仰。
直至黄昏自天空如潮泛来,
于是做草的工人,
盛夏的下午和这只蝴蝶
都在海水中消沉。
( 余光中 译)