First Time He Kissed Me
[英]伊丽莎白·巴雷特·布朗宁
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
他第一次吻我，却仅是啄了一下
我书写诗篇的这只手；
从此，它越加洁净白嫩。
不再理会世俗的问候，只有当天使说话，
会很快说：“噢，快听。”
即使戴上一枚紫水晶的戒指，
这吻依然清晰可见。
第二个吻，超过了高度，
寻到前额，偏了一点，吻了一半，
留在柔发上。无法比拟的奖赏！
那是爱的圣油，在爱神王冠之前，
带着尊崇的甜蜜。
第三个吻，印在我的唇上，
如此完美，浪漫；从此，当然，
我骄傲地呐喊：“我的爱，属于我的爱啊！”
First time he kissed me， he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write；
And ever since， it grew more clean and white.
Slow to world-greetings， quick with its "O， list，"
When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst
I could not wear here， plainer to my sight，
Than that first kiss. The second passed in height
The first， and sought the forehead， and half missed，
Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed！
That was the chrism of love， which love's own crown，
With sanctifying sweetness， did precede
The third upon my lips was folded down
In perfect， purple state；since when， indeed，
I have been proud and said， "My love， my own."