Glories of the Storm翻译

Glories of the Storm

by Nancy M. Peterson

肖波译

暴风雨的力量

It begins when a feeling of

stillness creeps into my consciousness.

Everything has suddenly gone quiet. Birds do not chirp. Leaves do

not rustle. Insects do not sing

一种万物静止的感觉在我心头隐约出现当暴风雨出现时，

一切都

变得那么的安静，鸟儿停止了叽叽喳喳，树叶停止了摆动，虫儿

也停止了歌唱。

The air that has been hot all day becomes heavy. It hangs over the

trees,

presses

the

heads

of

the

flowers

to

the

ground,

sits

on

my

shoulders. With a vague feeling of uneasiness I move to the window.

There, in the west, lies the answer--cloud has plied on cloud to form

a ridge of mammoth white towers, rearing against blue sky.

一天中都燥热的空气开始变得 沉重起来，

它盘旋在树头，

把花儿

都压 倒了地上，

停留在我的肩膀

。

一种模糊 的不安驱使我走向了

窗口，在那里，在西边，我找到了答案，大片的云构成了白塔似

的山脊，对抗着蓝天。

Their

piercing

whiteness

is

of

brief

duration.

Soon

the

marshmallow rims flatten to

anvil tops

, and the clouds reveal their

darker nature. They impose themselves before the late-afternoon sun,

and the day darkens early. Then a gust of wind whips the dust along

the road, chill warning of what is to come.

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刺眼的白色短暂的持续着，

一会儿，

棉花糖似的云边变得像铁毡

一样平 展，

云彩露出了他们黑暗的本性，

他们遮挡住了午后的阳

光，让黑夜更早的降临，然后一阵大风猛抽着路上的灰尘，无情

的警告 着什么将会到来。

In the house a door shuts with a bang, curtains billow into the room.

I rush to close the windows, empty the clothesline, secure the patio

furnishings. Thunder begins to grumble in the distance.

房间里，

门被大风吹得帮的一声关了起来，

窗帘被吹进了房间里，

我急忙过去关上窗户，收好衣服，盖好庭院家具。雷声开始在远

方滚滚而来。

The first drops of rain are huge. They split into the dust and imprint

the windows with individual signatures. They plink on the vent pipe,

and

plunk

on

the

patio

roof.

Leaves

shudder

under

their

weight

before rebounding, and the sidewalk wears a coat of shiny spots.

刚开始雨滴很大，

他们下的尘土飞扬 ，

在窗户上留下了自己的印

记。

通气管 和院顶被雨水打的乒乓作响。

树叶被雨点砸的瑟瑟发

抖，人行道 上激起了无数闪闪发光的水泡。

The rhythm accelerates; plink follows plunk faster and faster until

the

sound

Is

a

roll

of

drums

and

the

individual

drops

become

an

army

marching

over

fields

and

rooftops.

Now

the

first

bolt

of

tightening

stabs

the

earth.

It

is

heaven's

exclamation

point.

The

storm is here!

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节奏 在不断地加快，

乒乒乓乓声越来越快汇成一段戏曲，

每个雨

滴开始在田野和房顶上行进，

突然一道闪电击中了大地，