My Last Duchess翻译 和赏析

\Last Duchess\- <我已故的公爵夫人>

诗歌欣赏: 罗伯特.布朗宁(Robert.Browning) - 我已故的公爵夫人(:My Last Duchess\ My Last Duchess Robert Browning

That's my last Duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call

That piece a wonder, now: Frà Pandolf's hands Worked busily a day, and there she stands. Will 't please you sit and look at her? I said 'Frà Pandolf' by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I)

And seemed as they would ask me, if they durst, How such a glance came there; so, not the first Are you to turn and ask thus. Sir, 't was not Her husband's presence only, called that spot Of joy into the Duchess' cheek: perhaps Frà Pandolf chanced to say, 'Her mantle laps Over my lady's wrist too much,' or 'Paint Must never hope to reproduce the faint Half-flush that dies along her throat:' such stuff Was courtesy, she thought, and cause enough For calling up that spot of joy. She had

A heart -- how shall I say? -- too soon made glad, Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er

She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. Sir, 't was all one! my favour at her breast, The dropping of the daylight in the West, The bough of cherries some officious fool Broke in the orchard for her, the white mule She rode with round the terrace -- all and each Would draw from her alike the approving speech,

Or blush, at least. She thanked men, -- good! but thanked Somehow -- I know not how -- as if she ranked my gift of a nine-hundred-years-old name With anybody's gift. Who'd stoop to blame This sort of trifling? Even had you skill

In speech -- (which I have not) -- to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say, 'Just this Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, Or there exceed the mark' -- and if she let Herself be lessoned so, nor plainly set Her wits to yours, forsooth, and made excuse, -- E'en then would be some stooping; and I choose Never to stoop. Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I have commands; Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive. Will 't please you rise? We'll meet The company below then. I repeat,

The Count your master's known munificence Is ample warrant that no just pretence Of mine for dowry will be disallowed; Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed

At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though, Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity,

Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!

我的前公爵夫人

墙上的这幅面是我的前公爵夫人， 看起来就像她活着一样。如今， 我称它为奇迹：潘道夫师的手笔 经一日忙碌，从此她就在此站立。 你愿坐下看看她吗？我有意提起 潘道夫，因为外来的生客（例如你） 凡是见了画中描绘的面容、 那真挚的眼神的深邃和热情， 没有一个不转向我（因为除我外 再没有别人把画上的帘幕拉开）， 似乎想问我可是又不大敢问； 是从哪儿来的——这样的眼神？ 你并非第一个人回头这样问我。 先生，不仅仅是她丈夫的在座 使公爵夫人面带欢容，可能 潘道夫偶然说过：“夫人的披风 盖住她的手腕太多，”或者说： “隐约的红晕向颈部渐渐隐没， 这绝非任何颜料所能复制。”

这种无聊话，却被她当成好意， 也足以唤起她的欢心。她那颗心—— 怎么说好呢？——要取悦容易得很， 也太易感动。她看到什么都喜欢， 而她的目光又偏爱到处观看。 先生，她对什么都一样！她胸口上 佩戴的我的赠品，或落日的余光； 过分殷勤的傻子在园中攀折 给她的一枝樱桃，或她骑着 绕行花圃的白骡——所有这一切 都会使她同样地赞羡不绝， 或至少泛起红晕。她感激人．好的！ 但她的感激（我说不上怎么搞的） 仿佛把我赐她的九百年的门第 与任何人的赠品并列。谁愿意 屈尊去谴责这种轻浮举止？即使 你有口才（我却没有）能把你的意志 给这样的人儿充分说明：“你这点 或那点令我讨厌。这儿你差得远， 而那儿你超越了界限。”即使她肯听 你这样训诫她而毫不争论， 毫不为自己辩解，——我也觉得 这会有失身份，所以我选择

绝不屈尊。哦，先生，她总是在微笑， 每逢我走过；但是谁人走过得不到 同样慷慨的微笑？发展至此， 我下了令：于是一切微笑都从此制止。 她站在那儿，像活着一样。请你起身 客人们在楼下等。我再重复一声：