第一次穿正式礼服--莎伦.奥兹

她穿着无肩带礼服亭亭玉立，她水灵灵的
肉体像灵魂欲脱出身体。
那让我记起她一周大的时候，
柔软，漂亮雅致，令人吓一跳，独一无二。
她静静地站着，好像，如果她移动，
她的身体就可能倾出连衣裙上身，
她行走时，一直保持深情地向上凝视
她看上去正在向前，
被她的无肩带礼服礼服引领，或
拿着一只杯子，举到完美的水平轧过，
她几乎令人晕眩的美闪着点点微光。
她看上去勇敢，某些额外明显的元素
好似她的某些细胞构成了她的肩膀，今晚，
被切削成像苍蝇眼睛那样的刻面，她的皮肤
正在看着看它的我们。她看上去像策划出此刻，
然而疲惫--她本来躺在
她的幼儿床上，这样纤细，从她的旅程归来
看上去疲惫不堪，
凝视着这个世界，凝视着拿不准意愿的我们。
She rises up above the strapless, her dewy
flesh like a soul half out of a body.
It makes me remember her one week old,
soft, elegant, startled, alone.
She stands still, as if, if she moved,
her body might pour up out of the bodice,
she keeps her steady gaze raised
when she walks, she looks exactly forward,
led by some radar of the strapless, or with
a cup runneth over held perfectly level, her
almost sea-sick beauty shimmering
a little. She looks brave, shoulders
made of some extra-visible element,
or as if some of her cells, tonight,
were faceted like a fly’s eye, and her
skin was seeing us see it. She looks
hatched this moment, and yet weary—she would lie
in her crib, so slight, looking worn out from her journey,
and gaze at the world and at us in dubious willingness.
“First Formal” by Sharon Olds from The Wellspring. © Knopf, 1996.