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song of myself（自我之歌）第8节

作者：沃尔特·惠特曼

The little one sleeps in its cradle,

I lift the gauze and look a long time, and silently brush away flies with my hand.

The youngster and the red-faced girl turn aside up the bushy hill, I peeringly view them from the top.

The suicide sprawls on the bloody floor of the bedroom,

I witness the corpse with its dabbled hair, I note where the pistol has fallen.

The blab of the pave, tires of carts, sluff of boot-soles, talk of the promenaders,

The heavy omnibus, the driver with his interrogating thumb,

the clank of the shod horses on the granite floor,

The snow-sleighs, clinking, shouted jokes, pelts of snow-balls,

The hurrahs for popular favorites, the fury of rous'd mobs,

The flap of the curtain'd litter, a sick man inside borne to the hospital,

The meeting of enemies, the sudden oath, the blows and fall,

The excited crowd, the policeman with his star quickly working his passage to the centre of the crowd,

The impassive stones that receive and return so many echoes,

What groans of over-fed or half-starv'd who fall sunstruck or in fits,

What exclamations of women taken suddenly who hurry home and give birth to babes,

What living and buried speech is always vibrating here, what howls restrain'd by decorum,

Arrests of criminals, slights, adulterous offers made, acceptances, rejections with convex lips,

I mind them or the show or resonance of them——

I come and I depart.

小宝贝睡在他的摇篮里，我掀起帐纱看了好一会儿，轻轻地用我的手挥开了苍蝇。

儿童和红着脸的女孩走向路旁，爬上林木茂密的小山，我从山顶上窥望着他们。

自杀者的尸体躺在卧室里的血泊中，

我亲见那披着湿发的死尸，我看到手枪掉落的地方。

马路上的坎坷、车辆的轮胎、鞋底上的淤泥、闲游者的谈话、

沉重的马车、马车夫和他询问是否有人搭便车的手势、马蹄走在花岗石上嘚嘚的声响，

雪车叮当的铃声、喊叫似的笑声、雪球的投击，追捧者的欢呼、被激怒暴徒的愤怒，

蒙着帘幕担架的颠动、里面躺着一位被送往医院的病人，

仇人的相遇、突然的咒骂、拳打和跌倒，

激动的群众、戴着星章飞快地跑到群众中去的警察，

无知的顽石接受和发出的无数回声。

中暑或癫痫者过饱或在半饿时发出的呻吟，

突然感到阵痛赶回家生孩子的妇人的叫喊。

活着的死去的人的言辞始终在这里、被礼节遏止住的哀嚎，

罪犯的逮捕、轻蔑、不贞的勾引、接受、噘着嘴的拒绝，

我注意到这一切，或是这一切的展示与反响——

我来到了又离去了。