译：罗伯特勃莱的诗歌

李之平 · 发表于 2008-1-27 00:57:49

当我们成为爱人 ??——罗伯特。勃莱 ??当你听到诗人唱歌你会笑还是哭？ ??“越过春天的第一份温暖，越过毒芹钩吻上的 ??阳光……”那是毒芹，那么， ??在墓地的草上摇摆 ??在我们与世界发生关系时，那东西鼓励我们 ??在夜晚,我们秘密地与苔藓约会 ?? ??当黑夜歌唱家唱起歌，你注意到老鼠在 ??经过吗？他们的轨迹类似于星星的位移 ??你听到过蜀葵的咕哝声吗 ?? ??通过寡妇的门向前带走它们多毛的生命？ ??墓碑缠住失踪家畜的一点羊毛 ??否则在田野里它们被吹得四散 ?? ??你和我沉浸在爱中，月亮渐渐升起 ??持续很长时间；我从十岁起就开始爱了 ??母亲拉着我的手在春天的田野上 ?? ??那是我们听到毒芹呐喊的日子 ??从那以后我们成为恋人，我们的路被决定 ??我们笑,我们哭在春天的温存之上 ??When We Became Lovers ??by Robert Bly 罗伯特。勃莱 ?? ?? ??Do you laugh or cry when you hear the poet sing? ??“Out of the first warmth of the spring, and out ??Of the shine of the hemlocks…” It is the hemlocks, then, ?? ??That sway in the graveyard above the grass ??That encouraged us in our affair with the world. ??We have secret meetings with moss at night. ?? ??When the night-singer sang, did you notice the mice ??Going by? Their tracks resemble the stars that set. ??Haven’t you heard the grunting of the hollyhocks, ?? ??Bringing forth their hairy life by the widow’s door? ??Gravestones wind up the stray bits of wool ??That would otherwise be blowing loose in the fields. ?? ??You and I have been in love with the moon rising ??For a long time; I have been since I was ten, ??The day my mother took my hand in the spring field. ?? ??That was the day we heard the cry of the hemlocks. ??We became lovers then; and our road was decided. ??We laughed and cried over the warmth of the spring. ?? ?? ?? ?? 《通气门》 ??——罗伯特。勃莱 ???? ??男人和女人在天堂只度过一会儿。 ??通气门送他们下来到嘈杂人世； ??小袋鼠（婴儿袋鼠）们用它们小小的育儿袋将我们带走。 ?? ??让我们赞美从不提及上帝的圣徒 ??为何该是来亨鸡反去赞美磨刀石？ ??我也不认为水对于旋转磨石就可以为虎作伥 ?? ??我的诗房墙上被血泼贱 ??我不愿它呆在里面。每天上千只老鼠 ??从我的门里跑出往丁尼森家里去 ?? ??长着大眼睛的阿拉伯人常年整夜研习 ??翻译炼金术士的药片 ??从风的膝盖上扯下赫尔墨斯 ?? ??格伯*在十四岁就能排列 ??声音的辉煌以致他们都变成圣乐。朋友，每天 ??我都爬上去亲吻我喜爱的书中的一些 ?? ??那是因为情人们被流放到 ??根本不存在的洋葱地 ??无家可归者醒来吹奏起感激的笛声 ?? ?? ??*格伯：阿拉伯的炼金术士 ?? ??The Trap-Door ??by Robert Bly ?? ??Men and women spend only a moment in Paradise. ??A trap-door sends them down to the Lords of Misreason; ??And baby kangaroos carry us all off in their small pouches. ?? ??Let’s all praise the saints who never mention God. ??Why should the Leghorn family praise the Knife-Grinder? ??I don’t think it’s right for water to assist the grindstone, either. ?? ??The walls of my poetry house are splashed with blood. ??I don’t want to be inward. Every day a thousand mice ??Run out of my door heading for Tennyson’s house. ?? ??Arabs with big eyes studied all night for years ??And translated the Tablets of the Alchemists. ??They could pull Mercury from the knees of the wind. ?? ??Jabir the Brilliant at fourteen could arrange ??Sounds so they became holy. Friends, each day ??I crawl over and kiss some of the books I love. ?? ??It is because the lovers have been exiled ??To the non-existence of the onion fields ??That the pauper wakes up playing the flute of gratitude. ?? 《与一个朋友整夜喝酒后， 我们出去在镇上的船里，看谁 能写出最好的诗》 这些松树，这些秋天的斧头，这些岩石， 这深黑的被风触摸的水—— 我喜欢你。你这漆黑的船， 漂在水上被冷风寄养 在水下边，自从我是一个男孩起 我就梦想一个奇怪的墨色宝藏 不是金子，不是奇怪的石头，只是 一个蓝色的礼物，在明尼斯克湖灰色的水面之内 今天早晨还是，漂浮在下风向中 我感到我的手，我的鞋子，这个墨水 ——作为身体漂浮物的全部正漂浮在 肉体和石头的云之上 几种友情，几个黎明，几个玻璃微光 几个划桨手被雪和热量温暖 所以我们漂向岸边，在冷水之上 不再人道，如果我们漂着或直接离去 After Drinking All Night with a Friend, 　　We Go Out in a Boat at Dawn to See 　　Who Can Write the Best Poem These pines, these fall oaks, these rocks, This water dark and touched by wind – I'm like you, you dark boat, Drifting over water fed by cool springs. Beneath the waters, since I was a boy, I have dreamt of strange and dark treasures, Not of gold, or strange stones, but the true Gift, beneath the pale lakes of Minnesota. This morning also, drifting in the dawn wind, I sense my hands, and my shoes, and this ink – Drifting, as all of this body drifts, Above the clouds of the flesh and the stone. A few friendships, a few dawns, a few glimpses of grass, A few oars weathered by the snow and the heat, So we drift toward shore, over cold waters, No longer caring if we drift or go straight. 在一个玉米地里打野鸡 I 是什么如此奇怪，关于一棵树独自站在开阔地里 它是一棵柳树。我沿着它走啊走 身体被奇怪地撕扯，无法离开。 最后我干脆坐在它下边 II 一棵柳树独自在干燥的几英亩玉米地里 它的叶子沿着它的树干散布，并环绕着我 褐色的此刻，斑点中带着精致的黑色 只有玉米杆制造噪音 III 太阳是冷漠的，通过霜冻的空间距离燃烧着 很久以前种子被冻僵并即将死去 为什么我那么热爱观察 太阳移动到枝条肌肤的战栗上 IV 心灵摆脱叶子已经多年 带着小生物的模样站在一旁的根茎附近 我很高兴，在这个古代的空间，轻易捕捉到 玉米之上的一个点。 如果我是一个小动物 正准备趁着黄昏回家 Hunting Pheasants In A Cornfield 　　　　　　　　　I What is so strange about a tree alone in an open field? It is a willow tree. I walk around and around it. The body is strangely torn, and cannot leave it. At last I sit down beneath it. II It is a willow tree alone in acres of dry corn. Its leaves are scattered around its trunk, and around me, Brown now, and speckled with delicate black, Only the cornstalks now can make a noise. III The sun is cold, burning through the frosty distances of space. The weeds are frozen to death long ago. Why then do I love to watch The sun moving on the chill skin of the branches? IV The mind has shed leaves alone for years. It stands apart with small creatures near its roots. I am happy in this ancient place, A spot easily caught sight of above the corn, If I were a young animal ready to turn home at dusk. 在第一场雪上的梦 我从第一场雪的梦中醒来 在阁楼，遇到一个 热烈谈论歌剧的女孩 雪压弯杨树，几乎将它拖到地上： 新雪拓宽耕作 外面，枫叶漂在雨水上 黄色的，蓬乱的，闪烁光斑 我看到一个火怪……我扶他起来…… 我很冷．当我再次放他下来 他信心百倍像个象棋大师 大步跨过一根圆木 首先是前腿，然后是后腿 他跳起来像一台拖拉机 跃过地里的土丘 然后消失在前方的冬天，一个商队进入更深的山里， 狗拉着雪橇。 羽毛飘在傲慢者的长矛上。 A Dream on the Night of First Snow Robert Bly I woke from a first-day-of-snow dream. I met a girl in the attic, who talked of operas, intensely. Snow has bent the poplar over nearly to the ground; New snowfall widens the plowing. Outside, maple leaves float on rainwater, yellow, matted, luminous. I saw a salamander… I took him up… He was cold. When I put him down again, he strode over a log With such confidence, like a chessmaster, the front leg first, then the hind leg, he rose up like a tractor climbing over a hump in the field And disappeared toward winter, a caravan going deeper into mountains, Dogs pulling travois, Feathers fluttering on the lances of the arrogant men. 第一场雪的夜晚 第一场雪的夜晚 我站着，脊背靠住一个木篱笆。 冷杉的树干部分是黑的，白的露在边上 土地平衡我脚的四周 树干加入土地上边的白 冷杉平衡平衡着的雪 我也是一个黑色的形态垂直于地球 星空之上所有事物，欣慰于雪母的灰 在木板之间，我看到左后边一只长着三种毛发的兔子 正在篱笆下疾走。 一个妇女向前方正飘荡的 黑色茅草中的柳条筐走去 新娘在框子里面，那是摩西睡觉的地方 人类在路上所处的位置正是篮子飘摇的所在 Night of First Snow Robert Bly Night of first snow. I stand, my back against a board fence. The fir tree is black at the trunk, white out at the edges. The earth balances all around my feet. The trunk joins the white ground with what is above. Fir branches balance the snow. I too am a dark shape vertical to the earth. All over the sky, the gray color that pleases the snow mother. Between boards I see three hairs a rabbit left behind As he scooted under the fence. A woman walks out toward the wicker basket Rocking in darkening reeds. The Bride is inside the basket where Moses sleeps. What is human lies in the way the basket is rocking. 蕨类植物 在蕨类植物之间，我懂得了永恒 在你的肚子下面有个漩涡形地方 通过你我学会爱岸上的蕨菜 还有留在沙滩上的鹿蹄的弧线 Ferns Robert Bly It was among ferns I learned about eternity. Below your belly there is a curly place. Through you I learned to love the ferns on that bank, and the curve the deer’s hoof leaves in sand. At the Time of Peony Blossoming Robert Bly When I come near the red peony flower I tremble as water does near thunder, as the well does when the plates of earth move, or the tree when fifty birds leave at once. The peony says that we have been given a gift, and it is not the gift of this world. Behind the leaves of the peony there is a world still darker, that feed many. 一个男人和女人今挨而坐 一个男人和女人坐得很近，他们没有 顺着此刻变老或年轻，没有出生在 其他国家，或时间或地方 他们对他们在哪里感到满意，说话或不说话。 他们的呼吸一同传给我们不认识的某人 男人看到他手指移动的一面 他看到她的手靠拢一本书拉住他 他们服从一个他们同享的第三者的身体 许愿去爱这身体 年龄会长，分离要来，死亡将降临 一个男人和女人坐得很近 他们的呼吸一同传给我们不认识的某人 我们认识的某人，我们再也没见过 A Man and a Woman Sit Near Each Other Robert Bly A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not long at this moment to be older, or younger, nor born in any other nation, or time, or place. They are content to be where they are, talking or not-talking. Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know. The man sees the way his fingers move; he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him. They obey a third body that they share in common. They have made a promise to love the body. Age may come, parting may come, death will come. A man and a woman sit near each other; as they breathe they feed someone we do not know, someone we know of, whom we have never seen.

曾蒙 · 发表于 2008-2-5 09:58:22

新年好！

举人家的书童 · 发表于 2008-2-5 14:50:12

很好,收藏了.

胡桑 · 发表于 2008-2-11 18:15:17

你的翻译总不会让人失望。问好

李之平 · 发表于 2008-4-5 00:31:12

你好胡桑，很久没来．今儿也是搜索我名字来到这里，谢谢你，你的建议很好，我会参考的．曾兄书童，多谢支持！

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