歌 默温

歌

自然是在夜晚。

在翻覆的独弦诗琴下我正走在那条

具有奇异声响的路上。

这边尘埃，那边尘埃。

我聆听两边

但继续前行。

我想起审判席上的树叶

宣布冬天。

我想起带着捆道路的雨

雨携着它所有的路

没有地方

年轻如我，衰老如我，

我忘记了明天，瞎眼的男人。

我忘记了被埋藏的窗户间的生命。

窗帘里的眼睛。

墙壁

穿过蜡菊生长。

我忘记了沉默

这微笑的拥有者。

这一定是我曾想做的，

在两个沙漠间夜行

哼唱。

《移动的靶子》(1963)

Air

Naturally it is night.

Under the overturned lute with its

One string I am going my way

Which has a strange sound.

This way the dust, that way the dust.

I listen to both sides

But I keep right on.

I remember the leaves sitting in judgment

And then winter.

I remember the rain with its bundle of roads.

The rain taking all its roads.

Nowhere.

Young as I am, old as I am,

I forget tomorrow, the blind man.

I forget the life among the buried windows.

The eyes in the curtains.

The wall

Growing through the immortelles.

I forget silence

The owner of the smile.

This must be what I wanted to be doing,

Walking at night between the two deserts,

Singing.

The Moving Target, Atheneum ( New York, NY), 1963.