黄昏·归途

初雪之夜的梦

（罗伯特·布莱/作，张文武/译）

初雪之夜，我从梦中醒来。
我在顶楼遇到一位姑娘，
　　她谈起歌剧，激动不已。
在雪的重压之下，杨树枝垂向地面；
新的降雪使耕地更加宽阔。
室外，枫叶在雨水上漂浮，
　　黄叶连成一片，发着光。
我看见一只蜥蜴……我捡起它……
它冷冰冰的。我又把它放回地上，
　　它从一根木头上跨过去，
如象棋大师般信心十足，
　　先是前腿，然后是后腿，
　　他立起身来，如同一辆在田野中
　　爬坡的拖拉机，
消失在去往冬天的路上，深入到群山之中，
狗拉着橇，
傲慢的男人们手持长矛，矛身上羽毛翻动。

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.