惠特曼《自我之歌》第36汉译

胡桑 · 发表于 2006-10-25 22:31:56

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>Song of Myself
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>Walt Whitman 
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>36 Stretch'd and still lies the midnight, Two great hulls motionless on the breast of the darkness, Our vessel riddled and slowly sinking--preparations to pass to the one we have conquer'd, The captain on the quarter-deck coldly giving his orders through a countenance white as a sheet, Near by, the corpse of the child that serv'd in the cabin, The dead face of an old salt with long white hair and carefully curl'd whiskers, The flames spite of all that can be done flickering aloft and below, The husky voices of the two or three officers yet fit for duty, Formless stack s of bodies and bodies by themselves—dabs of flesh upon the masts and spars, Cut of cordage, dangle of rigging, slight shock of the soothe of waves, Black and impassive guns, litter of powder-parcels, strong scent, A few large stars overhead, silent and mournful shining, Delicate sniffs of sea-breeze, smells of sedgy grass and fields by the shore, death-messages given in charge to survivors, The hiss of the surgeon's knife, the gnawing teeth of his saw, Wheeze, cluck, swash of falling blood, short wild scream, and long, dull, tapering groan, These so，these irretrievable.
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>《自我之歌》
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>（美）沃尔特·惠特曼 胡桑译
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>36 在月光里舒展躺下， 在黑暗的胸口两只船体静止着， 我们的船摇晃着慢慢下沉，试图超过我们战胜的那艘， 后甲板上船长冷冷地给出命令脸色白如床褥， 附近，被安放在船舱的追随者的尸体， 老水手的死寂面孔长着雪白长发和谨慎地卷曲的胡子， 上上下下尽管可以全部扑灭的摇曳的火焰， 两三个军官与职位十分相称的爱斯基摩口音， 散乱叠加的尸体与独自躺着的尸体——一些挂在桅杆和帆桁上的皮肉， 砍断的缆绳，摇摆的帆索，微微振动的平缓的波浪， 漆黑冷漠的大炮，凌乱的火药包，强烈的气味， 头顶几颗巨大的星辰，寂静哀伤地照着， 轻轻吸进的海面微风，岸边莎草与田野的味道，生还者按命令要送出的死讯， 外科医生手术刀的嘶嘶声，他锯上咬啮的牙齿， 喘息，咯咯声，血的滴溅声，短促而疯狂的尖叫，绵长而迟钝的渐渐消失的呻吟， 一切如斯，一切无可挽回。
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>注：此诗是《自我之歌》第35首所写的那场战争的后续。

曾蒙 · 发表于 2006-10-25 22:33:35

惠特曼的诗歌还是理性的.

胡桑 · 发表于 2006-10-25 22:40:55

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>是啊。文字其实很节制。我们一般理解的惠特曼的铺张，大概是源于郭沫若之类的浪漫主义误读。

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