【罗宾逊·杰弗斯Robinson Jeffers《岩与鹰》】
(2015-09-14 19:45:24)《岩与鹰》
这是一个象征,
众多崇高悲壮的思想在其中
注视着自己的眼睛。
这灰色岩石,高高
屹立在海风不许
树木生长的地角上,
经历过多少次地震,多少代
暴风雨留下了签名:岩顶
栖落一只鹰。
我想,这就是悬挂
在未来天空的,你的标志;
不是蜂巢,不是十字架,
而是它,光辉的力,阴沉的静谧,
强烈的自觉和最终的冷漠
融在一起。
生,和安详的死,鹰的
现实主义眼睛和行动,
和岩石
庄严坚定的神秘主义相结合,
胜,不能使之骄傲,
败,不能使之气馁。
(江枫 译)
另一首诗,《伤鹰》或称《受伤的鹰》
BEAKS OF EAGLES:
A Poem from nearly 100 years ago by Robinson Jeffers
Robinson Jeffers was a poet naturalist that lived in the Big Sur country of California. John Steinbeck, Ed Ricketts, and Joseph Campbell all met him and admired him greatly.
The Beach Boys, in the 1970s, on their HOLLAND album, did a masterful harmonic rendition of the BEAKS OF EAGLES poem to music. You must listen to their magical song of this Beaks of Eagles poem, interspersed with their song CALIFORNIA SAGA
BEAKS OF EAGLES
by
Robinson Jeffers
An eagle's nest on the head of an old redwood on one of the
precipice-footed ridges
Above Ventana Creek, that jagged country which nothing but a
fallen meteor will ever plow; no horseman
Will ever ride there, no hunter cross this ridge but the
winged
ones, no one will steal the eggs from this fortress.
The she-eagle is old, her mate was shot long ago, she is now
mated with a son of hers.
When lightening blasted her nest she built it again on the same
tree,
in the splinters of the thunderbolt.
The she-eagle is older than I; she was here when the fires
of eighty-five raged on these ridges,
She was lately fledged and dared no hunt ahead of them but
ate
scorched meat. The world has changed in her time;
Humanity has multiplied, but not here; men's hopes and
thoughts
and customs have changed, their powers are enlarged,
Their powers and follies have become fantastic,
The unstable animal never has been changed so rapidly. The
motor
and plane and the great war have gone over him,
And Lenin lived and Jehovah died: while the mother-eagle
Hunts her same hills, crying the same beautiful and lonely
cry
and is never tired; dreams the same dreams,
And hears at night the rock-slides rattle and thunder in the
throats
of these living mountains.
It is good for man
To try all changes, progress and corruption, powers, peace
and anguish, not to go down the dinosaur's way
Until all his capacities have been explored: and it is good for
him
To know that his needs and nature have no more changed in
fact
in ten thousand years than the beaks of eagles