高地公园《今天的诗》访谈

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非马高地公园诗今天的诗访谈2017.4.18 |
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最近接受本地一個叫《高地公园诗》团体主持人珍妮佛·达森(JENNIFER DOTSON)女士的《今天的诗》访谈,朗读的几首英文诗及其原文,2017年4月18日
BIRD CAGE
open the cage
let the bird
fly
away
give
freedom back
to the
bird
cage
鸟笼
打开
鸟笼的
门
让鸟飞
走
把自由
还给
鸟
笼
THE HOMESICK DRUNK
A short alley
has become a tortuous
writhing intestine
of ten thousand miles
One step left
ten years
one step right
ten years
O Mother
I am struggling
toward
you
醉汉
把短短的直巷
走成一条
曲折
回荡的
万里愁肠
左一脚
十年
右一脚
十年
母亲啊
我正努力
向您
走
来
SHARING AN UMBRELLA
Sharing an umbrella
I suddenly realize the difference between us
Yet bending over to kiss you
gives me such joy
as you try to meet me halfway
on tiptoe
共伞
共用一把伞
才发觉彼此的差距
但这样我俯身吻你
因你努力踮起脚尖
而倍感欣喜
Twisting and turning
yet the road
constantly draws people
forward
It never considers itself
the only right way—
at every crossing
there’s always a big sign pointing
TO WHAT TOWN
HOW MANY MILES
路
再曲折
总是引人
向前
从不自以为是
唯一的正途
在每个交叉口
都有牌子标示
往何地去
几里
after thinking the matter through
the apple gracefully let itself
go
Oops
it landed right on the head
of Mr. Newton
dozing under the tree
万有引力
终於想通了
树上的苹果
从容潇洒
让自己
坠落
砰地一声
不偏不倚
正好打在
树下瞌睡的
牛顿头上
LAKE LOUISE
so delicate
so vulnerable
in a chamber
deep in the high mountains
alone
there’s got to be a sign
guarding
this little girl
of God
NO DINOSAURS ALLOWED
NO NOISY TOURISTS ALLOWED
露易丝湖
这般柔媚
这般娇嫩
独处
深山中的
闺房
该有一个牌示
保护
这上帝的
小女儿
粗鲁的恐龙不许来
熙熙攘攘的观光客不许来
YELLOW RIVER
If you trace up the turbid current, you will find
as any geography book can tell you
the Kunlun Mountains in Qinghai
Yet according to history’s bloody accounts
this river
which turns clear at most
once in a thousand years
has its origin in millions of eye sockets
of suffering human beings
黃河
溯
挟泥沙而来的
滚滚浊流
你会找到
地理书上说
青海巴颜喀喇山
但根据历史书上
血迹斑斑的记载
这千年难得一清的河
其实源自
亿万个
苦难泛滥
人类深沉的
眼穴
VIETNAM VETERANS MEMORIAL
A block of marble
and twenty six letters of the alphabet
etch so many young names
onto history
Wandering alone
amid the mass grave
an old woman has at last found
her only child
and with her eyes tightly shut
her trembling fingers now feel
for the mortal wound
on his ice-cold forehead
越战纪念碑
一截大理石墙
二十六个字母
便把这麽多年青的名字
嵌入历史
万人冢中
一个踽踽独行的老妪
终於找到了
她的爱子
此刻她正紧闭双眼
用颤悠悠的手指
沿着他冰冷的额头
找那致命的伤口
