作者searenata (HauSiaulism)
看板poetry
标题[请益] Soyinka, Telephone Conversation 翻译
时间Wed Mar 31 12:21:44 2010
Soyinka, Telephone Conversation
The price seemed reasonable, location
Indifferent. The landlady swore she lived
Off premises. Nothing remained
But self-confession. "Madam," I warned,
"I hate a wasted journey--I am African."
Silence. Silenced transmission of
Pressurized good-breeding. Voice, when it came,
Lipstick coated, long gold-rolled
Cigarette-holder pipped. Caught I was foully.
"HOW DARK?" . . . I had not misheard . . . "ARE YOU LIGHT
OR VERY DARK?" Button B, Button A. Stench
Of rancid breath of public hide-and-speak.
Red booth. Red pillar box. Red double-tiered
Omnibus squelching tar. It was real! Shamed
By ill-mannered silence, surrender
Pushed dumbfounded to beg simplification.
Considerate she was, varying the emphasis--
"ARE YOU DARK? OR VERY LIGHT?" Revelation came.
"You mean--like plain or milk chocolate?"
Her assent was clinical, crushing in its light
Impersonality. Rapidly, wave-length adjusted,
I chose. "West African sepia"--and as afterthought,
"Down in my passport." Silence for spectroscopic
Flight of fancy, till truthfulness clanged her accent
Hard on the mouthpiece. "WHAT'S THAT?" conceding
"DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS." "Like brunette."
"THAT'S DARK, ISN'T IT?" "Not altogether.
Facially, I am brunette, but, madam, you should see
The rest of me. Palm of my hand, soles of my feet
Are a peroxide blond. Friction, caused--
Foolishly, madam--by sitting down, has turned
My bottom raven black--One moment, madam!"--sensing
Her receiver rearing on the thunderclap
About my ears--"Madam," I pleaded, "wouldn't you rather
See for yourself?"
1962
* Buttons to be pressed by caller who has inserted a coin
into an old type of British public pay phone.
价格似乎合理,位置
没差。女房东发誓她依靠
房子生活。毫无保留
而自己坦白。「夫人,」我警告说,
「我不喜欢白跑一趟——我是非洲人。」
沈默。沈默的传达
紧迫的良好教养。声音,当它到来,
涂着口红,滚金
长菸管迸出。粗暴的抓住我。
「多黑?」…我没听错…「你是轻微
或非常黑?」按钮B,按钮A。公众的
隐语中腐败呼吸的恶臭。
红色电话庭。红色邮筒。红色双层
巴士压着柏油。这是真的!受到
恶劣矫饰的沈默的羞辱,屈从
逼使惊惶的我乞求明示。
她好贴心的,更替着重点——
「你是黑的?或很轻微?」启示到来。
「你是说——像纯的或牛奶的巧克力?」
她的赞同是客观的,在它轻微的
无人情味中碎裂。很快的,波长调整,
我选择。「西非人深褐色」——并随後补充,
「我的护照上这样写。」为想像中光谱的
飞遁而沈默,直到实话在话筒上狠硬地
敲响她的声调。「那是什麽?」让步
「不知道那是什麽。」「像褐发肤色较深的白女人。」
「那是黑的,不是吗?」「不全都是。
从脸看,我是较深的,但是,夫人,你该看看
我其余的部分。我手的掌心,我脚的底板
是漂过的白人。在坐着的时候,因为——
很蠢,夫人——摩擦,使得我的臀部
转成油亮的黑色——等等,夫人!」——感到
她的听筒在我耳边
举在霹雳之上——「夫人,」我恳求,「难道你不想
亲眼看看吗?」
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