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玛丽亚·内格罗尼（María Negroni，1951- ），阿根廷著名诗人、小说家，生于罗萨里奥，曾在美国哥伦比亚大学攻读博士学位，在萨拉劳伦斯学院执教，后来还担任过纽约大学的访问教授，先后出版过十几部诗集、两部长篇小说和五部文论集，诗集主要有《岛屿》（2001）、《夜间旅程》（2002）及《探戈抒情诗》《地狱之口》《献给约瑟夫·康奈尔的哀歌》《圣母领报》等，作品被翻译成瑞典、葡萄牙、意大利和法语等多种文字。获得过两届“阿根廷国家图书奖”和其他文学奖项。
世界并没有末日（给查尔斯·西密克）
你没打招呼就突然出现了，说我看起来就像是一只水晶高脚杯。你的幽灵重现，仿佛你亲吻了我的太阳穴。我震惊不已：难道有什么在追逐我们？就在嘴唇之上的一个疯狂的念头？让我们在自己的荒芜中浸透？婚礼发生在一个阴沉的早晨。我们在雨中庆祝，降下我们的旗帜。然后，世界开始把那会到达的幸福重压在我们身上——我们清楚，它就像电报一样，没有预兆就会到来。你的耐心无限，你把我膜拜得就像神话中的野兽一样。但那样让我受惊，你的眼里有一种奇异的闪烁。为了让自己分心，我开始给事物命名，即把它们隐藏起来。（说话把我保护于别的战争。）我可能想那样生活，但语言开始在我的手里歪斜，犹如泄露一般让我着迷。我无法继续下去。我给你留下一幅犹豫的素描（一个覆盖在橘黄色的枯花中的半人半羊的农牧神）并且离开。我开始在时间的孤寂之夜里渐渐隐退：巨大的世界。
THE WORLD DOESN’T END（TO CHARLES SIMIC）
Suddenly， unannounced， you appeared， said I looked like a crystal goblet. Your specter reproduced as if you’d kissed my temple. I was stunned： was something chasing us？ a mad thought， just above the lip？ drenching us in our own desolation？ The wedding took place on a doleful morning. We celebrated it in the rain， lowering our flags. Afterwards， the world began to weigh on us， the happiness that would arrive—we were certain—without warning， like a telegram. Your patience unlimited， you worshipped me as a mythological beast. But that frightened me， there was a strange glitter in your eyes. To distract myself， I began to name things， that is， to conceal them. （Speaking preserved me from other wars.） I would have lived like that， but language began to skew in my hands， fascinated me like betrayal. I couldn’t go on. I left you a hesitant sketch （a faun covered in withered orange blossoms） and went away. I began to fade in the solitary night of time： the enormous world.
睡美人
我越過了重洋。所有的努力都仅仅是为了去看你。你在太阳的岸上的美或者导航，在那张快照中的蓝眼睛，朱莉·克里斯蒂①戴着一顶酒椰帽，长着盘状脸，嘴巴就像什么东西，会让人不顾一切地鲁莽行事——哦，一道光芒。可是一到达，我却发现你在沉睡、梦游，仿佛在等待什么（也许是现实），仿佛从夜晚逃离的一切都将你置于夜晚深处，在一种薄纱似的期待中摇荡。难道我到达得太晚了？我是不是过于匆忙？我看见你在沉睡，就座于一片蓝色的、三维立体的、令人难以置信地入迷的森林。由于我不知道怎样唤醒你，我就决定回到我在海洋彼岸的房子。但是我的房子并不存在，它并不属于我，别人在那里发号司令。啊，在你醒来之前还有多少里程？我们哪一个活着呢？谁会把我从你那引人入胜的梦中释放出来？
注：①英国女演员（1941-），获得过奥斯卡最佳女主角奖。
SLEEPING BEAUTY
I have crossed the ocean. All that effort just to see you. Your beauty or navigations on the banks of the sun， blue eyes in that snapshot， Julie Christie in a raffia hat， dish face， mouth like an incitement to recklessness—oh streak of light. But arriving， I find you asleep， sleepwalking， as if waiting for something（reality， perhaps）， as if all that runs from night had placed you in the depths of night， swung in a gauzy expectation， a death almost unreal. Have I arrived too late？ Was I in too much of a hurry？ I see you sleeping， seated in a blue， three-dimensional， fabulously ecstatic forest. As I don’t know how to wake you， I decide to return to my house on the other side of the ocean. But my house does not exist， it isn’t mine; others give the orders there. Ah， how many miles before you wake？ Which of us is alive？ Who will free me from your compelling dream？ 童 話
我的父亲再婚了，城堡中会有安宁，尽管并不适合我——我不像我的姐妹们，我憎恨继母，只乞求父亲不要离开我，还催促其他人反叛。但其他人并不注意。我的憎恨似乎有一段历史，源于母亲那耐心的狡黠灌输到我内心的那种转弯抹角的影响。晚饭时，在闪闪忽忽的烛光中，我的姐妹们都亲吻一只为继母准备的小长颈瓶，作为吉祥的象征。除了我，大家都一再亲吻吧。继母露出天使般的笑容。她宣布，一艘船将载着她们前往伦敦。在笑声和拥抱中，在桉树的银白色影子中，她们都离开了。我留在护城壕的这一边，独自待在塔顶的阁楼中，愤恨，骄傲，担忧着一场大结局虚幻的萌芽。我是大胆的女孩，冰冷且固执得犹如悲伤，一个寻找她的凶手的牺牲者。但我不会从死亡中获得成功。爸爸不会偏袒某一边。
FAIRYTALE
My father has married again and there would be peace in the castle if it weren’t for me who， unlike my sisters， hates the stepmother; I do nothing but beg my father not to leave me and urge the others to rebel. But no one pays attention. It seems that my hatred has a history; comes from the tortuous affection Mother’s patient cunning forced in me. While we dine， in the fugitive candlelight， my sisters kiss a small flask intended for the stepmother， an auspicious token. Everyone repeats the kiss except for me. The stepmother smiles like an angel. She announces that a ship will take them to London. All of them leave， among laughter and embraces and the silvery shadow of eucalyptus trees. I remain on this side of the moat， alone in the tower garret， resentful， proud， worrying the illusory embryo of a finale. I am a bold girl， icy or stubborn as grief， a victim in search of her murderer. But I do not succeed in dying. Papa will not take sides.
世界并没有末日（给查尔斯·西密克）
你没打招呼就突然出现了，说我看起来就像是一只水晶高脚杯。你的幽灵重现，仿佛你亲吻了我的太阳穴。我震惊不已：难道有什么在追逐我们？就在嘴唇之上的一个疯狂的念头？让我们在自己的荒芜中浸透？婚礼发生在一个阴沉的早晨。我们在雨中庆祝，降下我们的旗帜。然后，世界开始把那会到达的幸福重压在我们身上——我们清楚，它就像电报一样，没有预兆就会到来。你的耐心无限，你把我膜拜得就像神话中的野兽一样。但那样让我受惊，你的眼里有一种奇异的闪烁。为了让自己分心，我开始给事物命名，即把它们隐藏起来。（说话把我保护于别的战争。）我可能想那样生活，但语言开始在我的手里歪斜，犹如泄露一般让我着迷。我无法继续下去。我给你留下一幅犹豫的素描（一个覆盖在橘黄色的枯花中的半人半羊的农牧神）并且离开。我开始在时间的孤寂之夜里渐渐隐退：巨大的世界。
THE WORLD DOESN’T END（TO CHARLES SIMIC）
Suddenly， unannounced， you appeared， said I looked like a crystal goblet. Your specter reproduced as if you’d kissed my temple. I was stunned： was something chasing us？ a mad thought， just above the lip？ drenching us in our own desolation？ The wedding took place on a doleful morning. We celebrated it in the rain， lowering our flags. Afterwards， the world began to weigh on us， the happiness that would arrive—we were certain—without warning， like a telegram. Your patience unlimited， you worshipped me as a mythological beast. But that frightened me， there was a strange glitter in your eyes. To distract myself， I began to name things， that is， to conceal them. （Speaking preserved me from other wars.） I would have lived like that， but language began to skew in my hands， fascinated me like betrayal. I couldn’t go on. I left you a hesitant sketch （a faun covered in withered orange blossoms） and went away. I began to fade in the solitary night of time： the enormous world.
睡美人
我越過了重洋。所有的努力都仅仅是为了去看你。你在太阳的岸上的美或者导航，在那张快照中的蓝眼睛，朱莉·克里斯蒂①戴着一顶酒椰帽，长着盘状脸，嘴巴就像什么东西，会让人不顾一切地鲁莽行事——哦，一道光芒。可是一到达，我却发现你在沉睡、梦游，仿佛在等待什么（也许是现实），仿佛从夜晚逃离的一切都将你置于夜晚深处，在一种薄纱似的期待中摇荡。难道我到达得太晚了？我是不是过于匆忙？我看见你在沉睡，就座于一片蓝色的、三维立体的、令人难以置信地入迷的森林。由于我不知道怎样唤醒你，我就决定回到我在海洋彼岸的房子。但是我的房子并不存在，它并不属于我，别人在那里发号司令。啊，在你醒来之前还有多少里程？我们哪一个活着呢？谁会把我从你那引人入胜的梦中释放出来？
注：①英国女演员（1941-），获得过奥斯卡最佳女主角奖。
SLEEPING BEAUTY
I have crossed the ocean. All that effort just to see you. Your beauty or navigations on the banks of the sun， blue eyes in that snapshot， Julie Christie in a raffia hat， dish face， mouth like an incitement to recklessness—oh streak of light. But arriving， I find you asleep， sleepwalking， as if waiting for something（reality， perhaps）， as if all that runs from night had placed you in the depths of night， swung in a gauzy expectation， a death almost unreal. Have I arrived too late？ Was I in too much of a hurry？ I see you sleeping， seated in a blue， three-dimensional， fabulously ecstatic forest. As I don’t know how to wake you， I decide to return to my house on the other side of the ocean. But my house does not exist， it isn’t mine; others give the orders there. Ah， how many miles before you wake？ Which of us is alive？ Who will free me from your compelling dream？ 童 話
我的父亲再婚了，城堡中会有安宁，尽管并不适合我——我不像我的姐妹们，我憎恨继母，只乞求父亲不要离开我，还催促其他人反叛。但其他人并不注意。我的憎恨似乎有一段历史，源于母亲那耐心的狡黠灌输到我内心的那种转弯抹角的影响。晚饭时，在闪闪忽忽的烛光中，我的姐妹们都亲吻一只为继母准备的小长颈瓶，作为吉祥的象征。除了我，大家都一再亲吻吧。继母露出天使般的笑容。她宣布，一艘船将载着她们前往伦敦。在笑声和拥抱中，在桉树的银白色影子中，她们都离开了。我留在护城壕的这一边，独自待在塔顶的阁楼中，愤恨，骄傲，担忧着一场大结局虚幻的萌芽。我是大胆的女孩，冰冷且固执得犹如悲伤，一个寻找她的凶手的牺牲者。但我不会从死亡中获得成功。爸爸不会偏袒某一边。
FAIRYTALE
My father has married again and there would be peace in the castle if it weren’t for me who， unlike my sisters， hates the stepmother; I do nothing but beg my father not to leave me and urge the others to rebel. But no one pays attention. It seems that my hatred has a history; comes from the tortuous affection Mother’s patient cunning forced in me. While we dine， in the fugitive candlelight， my sisters kiss a small flask intended for the stepmother， an auspicious token. Everyone repeats the kiss except for me. The stepmother smiles like an angel. She announces that a ship will take them to London. All of them leave， among laughter and embraces and the silvery shadow of eucalyptus trees. I remain on this side of the moat， alone in the tower garret， resentful， proud， worrying the illusory embryo of a finale. I am a bold girl， icy or stubborn as grief， a victim in search of her murderer. But I do not succeed in dying. Papa will not take sides.