“Out，Out—”(弗罗斯特)汉译

胡桑 · 发表于 2006-10-2 12:13:43

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><o:p>“Out，Out—” Robert Frost （1874－1963）</o:p>
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><o:p>The buzz－saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove－length sticks of wood， Sweet－scented stuff when the breeze drew across it. And from there those that lifted eyes could count Five mountain ranges one behind the other Under the sunset far into Vermont. And the saw snarled and rattled，snarled and rattled， As it ran light，or had to bear a load. And nothing happened：day was all but done. Call it a day，I wish they might have said To please the boy by giving him the half hour That a boy counts so much when saved from work. His sister stood beside them in her apron To tell them “Supper.” At the word, the saw, As if to prove saws knew what supper meant, Leaped out at the boy’s hand, or seamed to leap— He must have given the hand. However it was, Neither refused the meeting。But the hand! The boy’s first outcry was a rueful laugh, As he swung toward them holding up the hand Half in appeal, but half as if to keep The life from spilling. Then the boy saw all— Since he was old enough to know, big boy Doing a man’s work, though a child at heart— He saw all spoiled.“Don’t let him cut my hand off— The doctor, when he comes. Don’t let him, sister!” So. But the hand was gone already. The doctor put him in the dark of ether. He lay and puffed his lips out with his breath. And then—the watcher at his pulse took fright. No one believed. They listened at his heart. Little—less—nothing!—and that ended it. No more to build on there. And they, since they Were not the one dead, turned to their affairs.</o:p><o:p>
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> 《“熄灭，熄灭——”》 弗罗斯特胡桑翻译
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>圆锯在庭院中怒吼着 尘烟四起，木屑过处， 落下火炉长的木片——香甜的木材。 抬起的眼睛能够从中数出 五条山脉，一条在另一条的背后 在夕阳下远远地伸向佛蒙特州。 锯子怒吼着，怒吼着， 它轻轻跑动，或者肯定不堪重负。 什么也没发生：一天几乎已经完结。 把它叫做一天，我希望他们已经说了 给男孩半小时，要请 那个男孩数这么多，如果想保全这份工作。 他姐姐穿着围裙站在他们旁边 告诉他们吃“晚餐”。就在说这个词时，锯子， 似乎要证明它们懂得晚餐的意思， 它跳出男孩的手，或者似乎要跳出—— 它应该伸手帮助。尽管如此， 并不拒绝这晚宴。但这手！ 男孩第一次放声大哭是一声悔恨的笑声， 他转向他们，举着手 半是请求，半是似乎保持 不让生命流溢。然后他明白了一切—— 他的年龄足够去理解，一个大男孩 干着男人的活，而一个小男孩则是心肝—— 他看到一切已经毁坏。“别让医生砍掉我的手—— 医生，当医生来时。别让他这么干，姐姐！” 那么。手已经掉了。 医生把它放入乙醚的黑暗之中。 他躺着，用他的呼吸松开嘴唇。 然后——观察他脉搏的医生惊骇起来。 没人相信。他们听他的心跳。 少许——更少——没有！——不用听了。 不再指望这些。他们， 他们并不是死去的那个，转入了事务。 </o:p>
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>注：诗题“Out，Out—”取自莎剧《麦克白》第五幕第五场。原文为“Out，Out，brief candle!”取其义，故译作“熄灭，熄灭”。全诗写一位少年生命突然的熄灭，冷峻而充满惋惜。对某些东西的嘲讽和反对大概是我们很多诗歌所缺乏的。这样的诗让我们想到狄更斯的小说，以及诗歌的“政治”之类的东西。

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曾蒙 · 发表于 2006-10-6 21:23:13

问候胡桑兄弟，节日好！

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