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加载中…The Garden
《花园》
By Mark Strand
马克·斯特兰德（1934年）
for Robert Penn Warren
致罗伯特·佩恩·沃伦
马克·斯特兰德（1934年）
for Robert Penn Warren
致罗伯特·佩恩·沃伦
It shines in the garden,
它照射在花园，
in the white foliage of the chestnut tree,
在栗子树白色的树叶中
in the brim of my father’s hat
在我父亲的帽沿上
as he walks on the gravel.
当他走在碎石路上时。
它照射在花园，
in the white foliage of the chestnut tree,
在栗子树白色的树叶中
in the brim of my father’s hat
在我父亲的帽沿上
as he walks on the gravel.
当他走在碎石路上时。
In the garden suspended in time
在时光悬浮的花园中
my mother sits in a redwood chair:
我母亲坐在一张红木椅上：
light fills the sky,
天空万分明亮，
the folds of her dress,
裙子上的皱褶
the roses tangled beside her.
玫瑰在她身上缠绕。
在时光悬浮的花园中
my mother sits in a redwood chair:
我母亲坐在一张红木椅上：
light fills the sky,
天空万分明亮，
the folds of her dress,
裙子上的皱褶
the roses tangled beside her.
玫瑰在她身上缠绕。
And when my father bends
当我的父亲弯腰向
to whisper in her ear,
她耳尖上轻轻地私语，
when they rise to leave
当他们起身离开
and the swallows dart
一群燕子扑翅飞起
and the moon and stars
月亮和星星
have drifted off together, it shines.
从地面升起，它照射着。
当我的父亲弯腰向
to whisper in her ear,
她耳尖上轻轻地私语，
when they rise to leave
当他们起身离开
and the swallows dart
一群燕子扑翅飞起
and the moon and stars
月亮和星星
have drifted off together, it shines.
从地面升起，它照射着。
Even as you lean over this
page,
一如你斜身向这书的一页
late and alone, it shines: even now
又晚又孤单地照射着：即使现在
in the moment before it disappears.
依然如此直到它消失
一如你斜身向这书的一页
late and alone, it shines: even now
又晚又孤单地照射着：即使现在
in the moment before it disappears.
依然如此直到它消失
Keeping Things Whole
《保持事物完整如一》
By Mark Strand
马克·斯特兰德
《保持事物完整如一》
By Mark Strand
马克·斯特兰德
In a field
在原野上
I am the absence
我是原野的
of field.
虚无者。
This is
这是
always the case.
常见的情形。
Wherever I am
无论我在哪
I am what is missing.
我都是那迷失掉的。
在原野上
I am the absence
我是原野的
of field.
虚无者。
This is
这是
always the case.
常见的情形。
Wherever I am
无论我在哪
I am what is missing.
我都是那迷失掉的。
When I walk
当我移身
I part the air
我分开空气
and always
空气总是
the air moves in
移动过来
to fill the spaces
填充我身体
where my body’s been.
刚刚占据的位置
We all have reasons
我们都有理由去
for moving.
移动。
I move
我移动着
to keep things whole.
来保持事物的完整如一。
我们都有理由去
for moving.
移动。
I move
我移动着
to keep things whole.
来保持事物的完整如一。
Coming to This
《到了这般境地》
《到了这般境地》
b. 1934 Mark Strand
1934 马克斯特兰德
1934 马克斯特兰德
We have done what we wanted.
我们已经做了我们想做的。
We have discarded dreams, preferring the heavy industry
我们全都放弃了梦想，更喜欢彼此的
of each other, and we have welcomed grief
重工业，我们已习惯了迎接不幸
and called ruin the impossible habit to break.
让被称为废墟的那种不可能的习性来终止一切。
我们已经做了我们想做的。
We have discarded dreams, preferring the heavy industry
我们全都放弃了梦想，更喜欢彼此的
of each other, and we have welcomed grief
重工业，我们已习惯了迎接不幸
and called ruin the impossible habit to break.
让被称为废墟的那种不可能的习性来终止一切。
And now we are here.
现在我们在这里。
The dinner is ready and we cannot eat.
晚餐准备好了，我们不能吃。
The meat sits in the white lake of its dish.
肉坐在它盘子里的白色湖面上
The wine waits.
酒在等待。
现在我们在这里。
The dinner is ready and we cannot eat.
晚餐准备好了，我们不能吃。
The meat sits in the white lake of its dish.
肉坐在它盘子里的白色湖面上
The wine waits.
酒在等待。
Coming to this
到了这般境地
has its rewards: nothing is promised, nothing is taken away.
只有此般回报：没有什么被承诺，没有什么被带走。
We have no heart or saving grace,
我们没有心脏或许残留着优雅
no place to go, no reason to remain.
没有地方可去，没有理由去停留。
到了这般境地
has its rewards: nothing is promised, nothing is taken away.
只有此般回报：没有什么被承诺，没有什么被带走。
We have no heart or saving grace,
我们没有心脏或许残留着优雅
no place to go, no reason to remain.
没有地方可去，没有理由去停留。
The End
《终点》
Not every man knows what he shall sing at the end,
没有人知道他在生命结束时将要唱什么，
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
注视着河堤当船驶离，或许它看起来像这样
When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,
当他被大海的咆哮包围，无法前进，那儿是终点
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back.
或许他希望天空一旦晴朗 他将永不再回去。
没有人知道他在生命结束时将要唱什么，
Watching the pier as the ship sails away, or what it will seem like
注视着河堤当船驶离，或许它看起来像这样
When he’s held by the sea’s roar, motionless, there at the end,
当他被大海的咆哮包围，无法前进，那儿是终点
Or what he shall hope for once it is clear that he’ll never go back.
或许他希望天空一旦晴朗 他将永不再回去。
When the time has passed to prune the rose or caress the
cat,
当时间越过剪除着玫瑰或亲吻着猫，
When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down
当日落炙烤草地，满月使它降温
No longer appear, not every man knows what he’ll discover instead.
不再出现，相反不是每个男人都知道他将会发觉
When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky
当过去的重量倾向于虚无，天空
当时间越过剪除着玫瑰或亲吻着猫，
When the sunset torching the lawn and the full moon icing it down
当日落炙烤草地，满月使它降温
No longer appear, not every man knows what he’ll discover instead.
不再出现，相反不是每个男人都知道他将会发觉
When the weight of the past leans against nothing, and the sky
当过去的重量倾向于虚无，天空
Is no more than remembered light, and the stories of
cirrus
不比记忆的更加明亮，那些故事的藤须
And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight,
堆积着走向一个终点所有的鸟儿悬浮在飞翔中，
Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing
不是每个人都知道什么在等待着他，或他将唱什么
When the ship he is on slips into darkness, there at the end.
当他所在的那艘船滑进黑暗，那儿是终点。
不比记忆的更加明亮，那些故事的藤须
And cumulus come to a close, and all the birds are suspended in flight,
堆积着走向一个终点所有的鸟儿悬浮在飞翔中，
Not every man knows what is waiting for him, or what he shall sing
不是每个人都知道什么在等待着他，或他将唱什么
When the ship he is on slips into darkness, there at the end.
当他所在的那艘船滑进黑暗，那儿是终点。
Eating Poetry
《饕餮诗歌》
by Mark Strand
Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
墨汁从我庞大的嘴唇中奔溢而出
There is no happiness like mine.
没有人像我这般幸福
I have been eating poetry.
我一直在饕餮诗歌。
墨汁从我庞大的嘴唇中奔溢而出
There is no happiness like mine.
没有人像我这般幸福
I have been eating poetry.
我一直在饕餮诗歌。
The librarian does not believe what she sees.
图书管理员不相信她的眼睛。
Her eyes are sad
她的眼神悲哀
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
她走路起来把双手放在裙子上。
图书管理员不相信她的眼睛。
Her eyes are sad
她的眼神悲哀
and she walks with her hands in her dress.
她走路起来把双手放在裙子上。
The poems are gone.
很多诗歌进肚后。
The light is dim.
灯光也黯淡了下来。
The dogs are on the basement stairs and come up.
一群狗儿从地下室的楼梯上来。
很多诗歌进肚后。
The light is dim.
灯光也黯淡了下来。
The dogs are on the basement stairs and come up.
一群狗儿从地下室的楼梯上来。
Their eyeballs roll,
它们的眼珠滚动，
their blond legs burn like brush.
金色毛发的大腿像燃烧的灌木丛
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
可怜的图书馆员开始跺脚哭泣。
She does not understand.
她不明白怎么回事。
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
当我跪下身子来舔她的手时，
she screams.
她尖叫起来。
它们的眼珠滚动，
their blond legs burn like brush.
金色毛发的大腿像燃烧的灌木丛
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.
可怜的图书馆员开始跺脚哭泣。
She does not understand.
她不明白怎么回事。
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
当我跪下身子来舔她的手时，
she screams.
她尖叫起来。
I am a new man.
我像个新来的。
I snarl at her and bark.
我对着她又喊又叫。
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
我在满是书的黑暗中快乐地蹦蹦跳跳。
我像个新来的。
I snarl at her and bark.
我对着她又喊又叫。
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.
我在满是书的黑暗中快乐地蹦蹦跳跳。
Lines for Winter
《冬日诗行》
b. 1934 Mark Strand
for Ros Krauss
致罗斯·克罗斯
Tell yourself
告诉你自己
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
当它变冷，灰色从空中降临
that you will go on
你将要继续
walking, hearing
行走，聆听
the same tune no matter where
相同的曲调不管在哪里
you find yourself—
你发现你自己
inside the dome of dark
在黑色苍穹的里面
or under the cracking white
或在雪谷中月亮注视着的
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
白色裂缝下
Tonight as it gets cold
今夜当它正在变冷
tell yourself
告诉你自己
what you know which is nothing
你知道的那些没有什么
but the tune your bones play
只是像你保持前进的时候
as you keep going. And you will be able
你骨头所弹奏的曲子。对于曾经
for once to lie down under the small fire
你能够躺在冬日星光
of winter stars.
细小的火下。
And if it happens that you cannot
如果它碰巧你不能
go on or turn back
继续前行或者折回
and you find yourself
找到你自己
where you will be at the end,
你的终点将在哪里，
tell yourself
告诉你自己
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
在冷气穿透你翅膀的最后的流动中
that you love what you are.
你爱你所是。
告诉你自己
as it gets cold and gray falls from the air
当它变冷，灰色从空中降临
that you will go on
你将要继续
walking, hearing
行走，聆听
the same tune no matter where
相同的曲调不管在哪里
you find yourself—
你发现你自己
inside the dome of dark
在黑色苍穹的里面
or under the cracking white
或在雪谷中月亮注视着的
of the moon's gaze in a valley of snow.
白色裂缝下
Tonight as it gets cold
今夜当它正在变冷
tell yourself
告诉你自己
what you know which is nothing
你知道的那些没有什么
but the tune your bones play
只是像你保持前进的时候
as you keep going. And you will be able
你骨头所弹奏的曲子。对于曾经
for once to lie down under the small fire
你能够躺在冬日星光
of winter stars.
细小的火下。
And if it happens that you cannot
如果它碰巧你不能
go on or turn back
继续前行或者折回
and you find yourself
找到你自己
where you will be at the end,
你的终点将在哪里，
tell yourself
告诉你自己
in that final flowing of cold through your limbs
在冷气穿透你翅膀的最后的流动中
that you love what you are.
你爱你所是。
