杨键诗歌三首翻译

belliwether · 发表于 2007-2-10 00:51:00

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>at dusk nervous bats are flying one, two, seven—— more and more, drawing tangly lines i miss the garden, miss the river weaving its way forward and the life which was easy and smooth——
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>when the setting sun above the surface of the River getting brighter and brighter, it instills into the heart of everyone who is drifting from birth to death, so infinite, so infinite my pureness, just as the Pnortinors said: she wandered through the Earth and would come back to her Father finally.

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>杨键
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>在黄昏时， 紧张的蝙蝠飞着， 一个，两个，七个…… 越来越多，划着混乱的线条。 我念及花园， 念及河流的迂回 缓慢，平安的生活——
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>当江面上的落日愈益光亮， 仿佛深临了每一个流浪生死的心灵， 那么无限，我的透明那么无限， 就像普诺提诺斯说的： 谙尽地上流浪的她，又要回到父亲那里。

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>the couple
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>he is old and she is old too. old-age, like current pricks the hearts of the looker-ons they eat up the chicken soon, he eats the Head, she eats the Leg. the spring wind blowing on the face is warm some kind of their hearts stir a little together just like the cold firs in the park high-standing, hard to depict they will die and decay but it matters nothing. 
夫妇俩
<DIV twffan="done">杨键</DIV>
 
<DIV twffan="done">他老了， 她也老了。 老，像电击一样刺痛旁观者的心。 他们一会儿就吃完了一只鸡， 男的吃头，女的吃腿。 窗外的春风迎面吹来，暖烘烘的， 他们的心动了一下， 像公园里的冷杉树， 高高耸立，难以描述， 而他们死去，烂掉 也不要紧。</DIV>
 
a country woman embroidering flowers

sunshine of winter afternoon is especially comfortable. she is embroidering two dragons with golden thread in her hand. her feet in straw-shoes. on the wall hanging the vegetable seeds of all kind. the door, oil-painted, reflecting soft light. a short clear wind blowing off leaves of the firs. if i'm as magnanimous as the wind, it will be fine. some loofah hanging on the wood stick. the silk cloth with two dragons she embroider on should be set on the incense burner table, so that when the day comes, she will pass away in peace and quiet just like those leaves. the stone road by her door way for many many years spreading into the dusk mist, like a sheet of old silver. another short clear wind blowing by. if i'm as smooth as the wind, it will be fine. 

 一位绣花的乡下妇女
 杨键 
 冬日午后的阳光? 特别舒坦，? 照着她手上的金线，? 她正在绣两条龙。? 她的脚? 摆在草焐窠里。? 墙壁上，? 挂着各种蔬菜的种，? 桐油漆过的大门，? 散着闷闷的光。? 一阵清风，? 吹落了杉树? 如果我有这一阵清风的坦荡就好了。? 几根老丝瓜悬在木架上——? 她绣的两条龙的绸子布，? 要供在菩萨前的香案上，? 为了死的时候像树叶一样悄然。? 在她的家门口，? 走了几辈子的一条石路，? 像一块老银子在薄暮里伸展。? 一阵清风吹过，? 如果我有这一阵清风的安详，? 我就好了。?

杨明通2006 · 发表于 2007-2-15 18:56:53

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