早晨在窗前

Morning at the Window

艾略特

Thomas S. Eliot

她们在地下室厨房里碰响早餐盘子，

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens

沿着行人踩踏的街道边，

And along the trampled edges of the street

我知道许多女仆潮湿的灵魂

I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids

在地下室采光井门边沮丧地萌茁。

Sprouting despondently at area gates.

阴郁的雾浪从街底把几个

The brown waves of fog toss up to me

扭曲的面孔给我扔上来，

Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,

从一个裙子带泥的路人脸上

And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts

撕下一痕迷惘的微笑在空中飘动

An aimless smile that hovers in the air

又沿着一排排屋顶的平行线消去。

And vanishes along the level of the roofs.