果实
舒丹丹
 
雨后，街角的榕树下
挎着藤条篮的老妇人，摆弄着
她的番石榴和青皮木瓜
 
“姑娘，自家老树结的果，好味！”
 
她爆满青筋的手，也曾
摘过白兰花吧
宽大的衫褂下，那干瘪的
乳房，如两只空口袋耷拉
 
时间收割了它们
藤篮中，木瓜饱满
番石榴青白里泛起绯红
 
 
 
Fruit
Shu Dandan.
 
After the rain, under the banyan tree on the corner
The old woman with the rattan basket, fiddling
Her guava and green-skinned papaya.
 
"Hey Girl, the fruit of an old tree in our own house, yum!"
 
Her hands were so full of sinew, they were
Picking through the white orchids.
Under the wide shirt, the dried
Breasts, like two empty pockets drooping
 
Time harvests them.
Papaya full in a vine basket.
The guava is scarlet in green and white.

译/梵君

果实
舒丹丹
 
雨后，街角的榕树下
挎着藤条篮的老妇人，摆弄着
她的番石榴和青皮木瓜
 
“姑娘，自家老树结的果，好味！”
 
她爆满青筋的手，也曾
摘过白兰花吧
宽大的衫褂下，那干瘪的
乳房，如两只空口袋耷拉
 
时间收割了它们
藤篮中，木瓜饱满
番石榴青白里泛起绯红
 
 
 
Fruit
Shu Dandan.
 
After the rain, under the banyan tree on the corner
The old woman with the rattan basket, fiddling
Her guava and green-skinned papaya.
 
"Hey Girl, the fruit of an old tree in our own house, yum!"
 
Her hands were so full of sinew, they were
Picking through the white orchids.
Under the wide shirt, the dried
Breasts, like two empty pockets drooping
 
Time harvests them.
Papaya full in a vine basket.
The guava is scarlet in green and white.

译/梵君