Phil譯詩: 安娜卡敏斯卡詩三首

Phil譯詩: 安娜卡敏斯卡詩三首

林中小路

我不相信記憶的真實
因為那離開我們的
將永遠逝去
神聖的河流只有一個流向
但我依然忠實于
我最初的驚奇
視童年的好奇为智慧
並帶著它直到盡处
童年的林中小路
光影斑驳
我四处尋覓它
在博物館，在教堂的阴影处
六岁的我
懵懂奔跑的这条小路
把我帶向最初神秘的孤獨

A Path in the Woods

I don’t trust the truth of memories
because what leaves us
departs forever
There’s only one current of this sacred river
but I still want to remain faithful
to my first astonishments
to recognize as wisdom the child’s wonder
and to carry in myself until the end a path
in the woods of my childhood
dappled with patches of sunlight
to search for it everywhere
in museums in the shade of churches
this path on which I ran unaware
a six-year old
toward my primary mysterious aloneness

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手

這東西叫作手
把它貼近眼睛
就遮蓋了世界。
它大於太陽，馬，房子，
雲，蒼蠅。
這手指組成的東西。
這個有着粉紅表面可愛的東西
是我自己。
它不僅僅是可愛
它抓，握，拉，撕
它可以做很多的事情
不僅僅只是可愛。
它指揮軍隊，
擺弄泥土，
揮斧殺人
掰開女人的雙腿
還有許許多多其它工作
五根手指 一 五宗罪
五根手指 一 一種美德

THE HAND

This thing is called a hand.
This thing brought closer to the eyes
covers the world.
Bigger than the sun, a horse, a house,
a cloud, a fly.
This thing of fingers.
This thing with a lovely pink surface.
It is me myself.
It’s not merely lovely.
It grabs, holds, pulls, rips off
and its other works are numberless.
It’s not merely lovely.
It directs armies,
works the soil,
murders with an axe,
spreads women’s thighs
and its other works are numberless.
Its five fingers—five crimes.
Its five fingers—one merit.

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感謝

暴風雨將彩虹撒落我臉上
所以我想在雨中俯下身
親吻我讓座与她的老婦的雙手
感謝每個人的存在
以及他们有时也想微笑的事实
感謝嫩葉，它們願意
向著太陽打開自己
感謝依然願意
來到這個世界的嬰孩
感謝老者超人般
忍受到底
我充滿感激
就像一隻星期天的捐獻箱
我本已擁抱了死亡
如果她在附近停止了腳步

感激是一種散落四處
無家可歸的愛

Gratitude

A tempest threw a rainbow in my face
so that I wanted to fall under the rain
to kiss the hands of an old woman to whom I gave my seat
to thank everyone for the fact that they exist
and at times even feel like smiling
I was grateful to young leaves that they were willing
to open up to the sun
to babies that they still
felt like coming into this world
to the old that they heroically
endure until the end
I was full of thanks
like a Sunday alms-box
I would have embraced death
if she’d stopped nearby

Gratitude is a scattered
homeless love

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安娜.卡敏斯卡(1920--1986)，波兰诗人，生前共发表过二十本诗集，三本小说，三本圣经述评，两圈札记。本诗翻译自安娜卡敏斯卡英译诗Astonishment，英译者为David Curzon and Grazyna Drabik

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